“Don’t fucking start, rookie.” I shake my head, trying not to grin.
“I’m not a rookie anymore,” Ryder protests.
“Close enough. I’m heading out. Maybe I’ll see you later.”
“Uh-huh,” Ryder drawls. “Tell Blair we say hi.”
Motherfucker.
Ryder’s laughter follows me as I walk away, but I can’t say shit because, of course, he clocked me. I want to talk to her. To see her. If she’s busy or asleep, I’ll join the guys at Chasers. But if she’s not?
We’ll see.
The cold November air slaps me in the face as I walk out of the arena and toward my car, but I ignore it. Pressing my thumb to Blair’s name on my phone, I try to breathe normally as the phone rings once, twice, three times before her voice fills my speaker.
“Hello?”
“Hey, angel.”
“Logan, hi.” There’s an awkward pause as Blair probably waits for me to say something. After all, I’m the one who called her. And I’ve never called her before. Texts? Sure. But actual calls? This is new territory for both of us.
“So you and Reed watched my game, huh?” God, that was lame. What is wrong with me?
Her throaty chuckle goes straight to my dick, and I have to adjust myself before I open my car door and drop into the seat. “Yep. He insisted. I wanted to watchThe Santa Clause.”
I grip my chest, even though she can’t see me. “Ouch. You wound me.”
“You’ll survive.” There’s a pause as I start my car. “Why are you calling, Logan?”
“Can’t I just call to chat?”
“Um, I guess youcan, but you never have.”
“Right.” I laugh nervously. “Um, I was wondering if I could come over? Bring a couple of pizzas for you and Reed if he’s still awake?”
The silence that follows has my stomach rolling. Does she not want me to come over? I thought we had a moment yesterday, but maybe I misread the kiss? All of this is so far outside of my comfort zone, I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.
“You want to come over?”
“Only if that’s okay.”
I hear Reed say something in the background, though I can’t make out what. Then Blair sighs and says, “Yeah. You can’t stay up too late, though.” Another pause. “I know, but you’re still thirteen.” Then, “Fine, whatever. What do you want on your pizza?”
My face hurts from how big I’m smiling as I listen to the two of them banter back and forth. I navigate to my favorite pizza place’s website on my phone and start typing in the details for my normal order. Then I add Reed’s order of meat lovers and Blair’s request for pepperoni and onion. “Do you have soda?”
“No, just water, oat milk, and a questionable bottle of red wine.”
I chuckle. “I’ll grab some. See you two soon.”
thirty-one
LOGAN
The pizza placerushes my order, so in no time at all, I’m balancing three boxes and a liter of Sprite while I knock on Blair’s door. Thundering footsteps sound behind it before it flies open and reveals Reed’s excited face.
“Hey, man. I can’t believe you’re here. That shot tonight was epic.”
“Thanks, Reed.”
