Because standing stock-still in a sea of tall, sweaty hockey players is none other than my one-night stand. The man who played my body like it belonged to him. My Viking, Logan.
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LOGAN
No.Fucking. Way.
I can feel the guys watching me as I stare, wide-eyed and heart racing, at the beautiful apparition in front of me. She’s just as stunning as I remember, even in professional clothes. A charcoal-gray skirt hugs every inch of her ass and thighs, ending just above her knees. A billowy white blouse makes her light-brown skin almost glow, and her calves flex because of the stilettos she wears.
Blair. The woman who ran out on me in LA is here, in Minneapolis. In our weight room. And apparently, she now works for the Rogues.
“Shit,” I whisper under my breath. Not quietly enough, though. Griffin, Ryder, and Sebastian’s heads all swing my way. I’m not sure if they heard me or if it’s because of the way Blair and I are staring at each other like we’ve both seen a ghost.
“Wait. Blair?” Ryder looks at the tall, stunning goddess who shifts on her feet, her eyes going to the guy beside her. Except they don’t stay on him. They keep flicking my way as the color inher cheeks warms. “No way. Is that the woman from the club in LA?”
“Yeah,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
I’m paralyzed with indecision. I want to walk up to her and demand to know why she left in the middle of the night. I want to throw her down on the nearest weight bench and bury my face between her thighs. I want to find out if she lied about not knowing who I was. But I also want to walk out of this room and pretend I never saw her, because this is a complication I don’t need.
The guys are going to give me endless shit.
Every time I try to meet Blair’s eye, she looks away. The guy from social impact keeps chatting with her and Maddox. The way he smiles at Blair makes something foreign claw at my chest. Annoyance? Anger? Jealousy? What the fuck?
I hate when he says something that makes her giggle. And when he rests his hands on her shoulder to usher her out of the weight room, I see red. It’s got to be because she ran out on me, that’s all. I don’t do jealousy when it comes to women.
“Are you going to talk to her?” our goalie, Sebastian Navarro, asks with a raised eyebrow.
I watch Blair walk out of the room with nothing more than a quick glance over her shoulder in my direction. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“Oh, this is so good,” Griffin Wright says, clapping his hands. We’re on the same line. He plays left wing and I play right. He’s also one of my best friends, which is the only reason I don’t punch him in the dick for enjoying this as much as he is. He turns to our rookie defenseman, Ryder Hanson, with a huge, goofy smile and says, “Do you think this is it? Is Logie going to be one of us soon?”
One of us.The idiot means happily coupled. He, Ryder, and Maddox are all blissfully paired up with wives and girlfriends.He knows how I feel about relationships. I don’t do them, and I never will.
Ryder watches me shift on my feet, ready to bolt. He can’t completely hide the grin that tugs at the corner of his lips. “Could be. I’ve never seen him like this over a woman, but you know him better than I do.”
“One of us, one of us, one of us,” Griffin chants like an idiot.
“Fuck off. I just want to know what the hell she’s doing here, that’s all.” I roll my eyes and storm away from them, a strange cocktail of anticipation and dread swirling uncomfortably in my stomach. As I push through the weight room door, I hear Maddox chuckle.
“This is how it starts,” he says as I pass.
Morons. All of them. I’m not starting anything. I’m demanding answers. Did she know who I was when she slept with me? The fact that she’s here in Minneapolis, starting work for the Rogues, seems awfully convenient. Too convenient to be a coincidence. She wouldn’t be the first woman to use her position at this company to get to me. Hell, I got the woman who did Blair’s job before her fired because she wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m not going through that again. I don’t like being used, and I intend to tell her exactly how I feel about lying, manipulative people.
“Hey,” I call to her back as she and the guy whose name I can’t seem to remember head down the hall toward the ice. “Blair, wait.”
The guy turns around first, his eyebrows pinched as he sees me coming. He looks between Blair and me as she comes to a halt but refuses to turn around. “Uh, hey, Byrne. Can we help you with something?”
I wave him off, my attention solely on the gorgeous woman in front of me. The one who won’t look at me. “Did you know who I was when we met?” My words are harsher than I intend themto be when they fly from my mouth, but I’m out of sorts, and the anger simmering in my veins is running this show. She flinches, turning slowly to face me, but doesn’t respond. Just looks at the guy next to her for help. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you’d be working for the Rogues.”
The social impact guy—Brian? Brad?—narrows his eyes at my tone. “There a problem here, Byrne?”
“It’s okay, Bryson,” Blair says quietly. She shifts her attention to me. “I’m not sure what you mean. I think you must have me confused with someone else.”
Oh,hellno. Is she for real right now? She’s actually going to pretend that she doesn’t know who I am? That I wasn’t buried balls deep inside her less than a week ago? “You think so, huh?”
Her face flames scarlet. She won’t fucking look at me, and I see red.
“Yeah. It happens sometimes.” The pretty little liar turns to Bryson and rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Do you think we could finish that tour now?”
