Her eyebrows shoot up. “Hot Cowboy? Who’s that?”
I groan. “Don’t.”
“You’re dating a cowboy now?” she says, grinning. “Wait—what happened to no dating this summer? Is that why you’re not interested in Eric?”
Heat rushes straight to my face.
I don’t answer. I just text him back.
Cassie:Why, what’s up? You have some strategy you need to discuss?
Logan:Yeah. Uh…strategy. Thanks. See you later.
Just then, Jackson comes over.
“Hey, just wanted to say—thanks for watching the kids tonight. Ivy and I really appreciate it.”
I blink. “Wait—that’s tonight?”
“Yeah,” he says casually. “Shit, did I forget to remind you? I’m sorry, been all over the place this week with recruitment events at the college. I just texted Logan two seconds ago. He’sgoing to drive you home. Ivy and I are heading to Galena for a little R&R at the spa.”
“We’re going to make another baby,” Ivy announces, smiling.
My eyes widen as I look between them.
“Sorry,” Jackson says with a grin. “Inappropriate. But yeah—we may try to add to the Knox legacy.”
I shake my head, laughing despite myself.
“Yeah, yeah. Go make your baby. I’ve got the kids.”
Chapter Thirty
LOGAN
The locker room smells like sweat, leather, and cheap cologne.
Same as always.
Guys are scattered everywhere. Some halfway dressed, some already showered, music playing low through someone’s speaker. The kind of controlled chaos you only really understand if you’ve been in it.
I’m sitting at my locker, towel slung low on my hips, working through my usual routine, which includes stretching and resetting.
But I’m not really thinking about any of it. Definitely not. I’m thinking about her, and about last night.
About the way Cassie looked when I left.
A couple of the guys are still talking about the homer.
“Dude, I’m telling you,” one of them says. “Youcalledthat. You looked right at her. That was absolutely bat-shit. Ain’t ever seen anything like it.”
I shake my head, grabbing my shirt. “Shut up. It was just lucky.”
“Don’t ‘shut up’ me,” he laughs. “That was some movie shit. And like, one of those cool 90s baseball movies. Not the corny ones they make now.”
I don’t respond. And actually, a little tiny smile plays out on my face.
Because I admit—itwaspretty cool.
