Page 82 of Man Flu

Chapter Twenty-four

It’s still Monday, also known as the most mortifying day of my life. Take two

“You know Mary?”

“I know Mary,” he repeats.

“How do you know her?”

“Mary used to work for my team. She was fired and relocated to the suburbs. Then she opened up a shop.”

“I’m sorry, what exactly did Mary do for a bunch of baseball players?” I’m holding myself up against the railing in the elevator, hoping the bouncing doesn’t do any further damage.

“We waxed stuff. It’s really not important,” he says.

“Yeah, it is kind of important. What did you wax? Now that you’ve brought it up, I need to know.”

Logan glances over at me with a raised brow and a smirk. “How about you use your wildest imagination and go with that.” This man is turning me on with just a look and the words coming from his mouth.

“So, you all just took turns getting waxed by Mary?” I know I’m pushing, but it’s distracting me from my situation. “Like, was she in the locker room and you all just stood in line waiting for your turn?”

“Hannah,” he says sweetly. “I’m more than happy to help you today, and even happier to spend time with you tonight, but I’m a little less excited to talk about anything that has to do with baseball, or the life that accompanied it.” He had to throw in that card just to make me feel guilty enough to stop asking questions.

“Fine. I’ll stop for now, but don’t think this is over yet.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how much pain are you in right now?” he asks.

“Are you a nurse or a doctor?”

“No, but I spent enough time with them to know how they gauge pain. Considering you’ve been through childbirth, I have an idea what to base your pain level on and whether we should go directly to the hospital or back to the spa.”

“I don’t want to go to the hospital, and I have to be free to get Cora off the bus. That’s if they don’t cancel school early. The ER will take hours since I won’t be on their top list of emergencies.”

“This is kind of an emergency. What if you have to go to the bathroom or pass gas?” These thoughts hadn’t crossed my mind, nor did I want them to because now I’m sitting here wondering what’s going to happen if either of those two situations come up before I’m repaired. Will I just explode? This is serious.

We walk—I hobble—outside into the snow that’s piling up to several inches at this point. I hear the plows, which is good since that means they’re planning to keep up with it. I also hope that means they aren’t planning to let school out early. “I really don’t know how I’m going to drive like this,” I tell Logan.

“Well, let me drive you to Mary’s first, and then after that, we’ll come back for your car.” Minivan. You can say it, it’s fine. I’m not embarrassed by it. I can make a minivan look hot, even with my candlestick ass.

“Okay, so my next question is about how I’m going to get into your monstrously high truck?” We shuffle through the snow and up to the passenger side of the truck. He opens the door and scoops me up with what feels like little effort. “This really hurts.”

“Did you do this for me?” he asks quietly.

I close my eyes because he’s staring at me with the most adorable smile I’ve ever seen on a man, and I’m melting, which would be awesome if I meant that literally. “I did. I wanted to give you what you’re probably used to being with.”

“That’s ridiculous because you have no idea what I like or what kind of women I’ve been with.”

“Well, Brielle appointed herself as my waxing mentor, and I was also basing it on my own experience because I know for a fact that’s it’s horrible to get a pube stuck in your teeth.”

Logan jerks his head back, and a small gust of snow blows off the top of his head. “How in the world did that happen?”

“He was covered from base to … like, halfway up. I was trying to show off my skills, and all of the sudden I felt like there was floss in my teeth. I told him I didn’t feel well and made him go home. End of story.”

“First, I don’t think that’s normal. I mean, I’ve unfortunately seen my fair share of dicks in the locker room, and I don’t believe I’ve ever seen someone with that much pubic hair. Second, I can see why you might be scarred.”

Okayyy, enough about my history with bad dates. “Anyway, here I am, and I’m waxed shut.”

“I have a feeling you’ll laugh about this someday,” he says with a soft smile.