Hey, Blair. It’s Logan. I hope it’s okay that I’m texting you, but I wanted to say thanks for letting me come to Reed’s game. I had fun.
Well, that’s unexpected.
Adrienne, noticing my ridiculous expression of confusion, leans over my shoulder and reads the text before I can hide the screen.
“He’s texting you? Why do I feel like that must be out of character for him? Like, I bet henevergives his number out to women.”
Yeah. I wouldn’t bet against her on that. Although I gave him my number in case he couldn’t find me at the game, I never expected him to use it. Especially not for some random, nice text.
“Are you going to text him back?”
Am I? “What do I even say to something like that?” I muse aloud as I save his contact information.
“Ask him if some kind of alien life form has taken him over, because you didn’t realize he knew how to text anything besides a booty call,” Adrienne says, snickering.
“Jesus. No, I’m not going to do that.”
“You’re no fun at all.”
My knee bounces from the unexpected surge of adrenaline his text released in my body. Seriously, though. What do I say to him? We’ve spent the vast majority of our relationship thus far fucking or fighting, and this wholefriendlything is new and strange.
“Don’t overthink it,” Adrienne says, chuckling. “It’s like you don’t know how to talk to a guy.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten. It’s not like they’ve been lining up to chat me up the last five years while I’ve been busy working and taking care of Reed.” Still, I can’t just ignore Logan. That would be rude, and he’s being nice. I’m enjoying our ceasefire, and I really don’t want a return to the hostility he was throwing my way when I started at the Rogues.
Me
Of course, it’s okay. And you’re welcome. Are you ready for your own game tonight?
Adrienne bumps her shoulder against mine. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Logan
As ready as I ever am. Away games are always nerve-racking. It’s harder to get psyched up without having fans there to cheer us on.
You’ll do great.
Thanks. I hope so. What are you up to?
At Reed’s practice.
And are you wearing a coat?
Glancing over at Adrienne, she has one eyebrow cocked at that. I ignore her and hope she won’t ask.
Me
No, but I’m bundled up.
Logan
You two need coats. You’re going to freeze soon.
I ordered one for Reed, but I haven’t found one I like yet. I’ll get it done, eventually. I’m just so busy right now.
You’re always taking care of Reed, but who takes care of you?
Adrienne and I both suck in a surprised breath at that. My blood roars through my ears as I stare at the last message.
