“You can name your next kid after me.” I wink.
Chapter Thirty-Two
LOGAN
By the time we get home, the adrenaline from the morning is still sitting under my skin.
Not from the game yesterday. From her and the way she looked at me in the kitchen, and at the farmer’s market.
Like this was something real.
She hops out of the car, unlocking the door, and we head in together.
“I’m going to yoga today,” she says, glancing back at me. “Like…an actual class downtown.”
I huff a quiet laugh. “Look at you.”
She smiles. “Growth.”
“You’re going to the stadium, right?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I should get going soon.”
“Sounds good.”
We head up the stairs together, side by side, and maybe a little too aware of each other.
At the second-floor hallway, we slow, then stop.
This is the moment. Feels like one, anyway.
Do I kiss her?
Do we do that now?
Is that…us?
She shifts her weight, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“See you later,” she says.
Too casual. A little too quick.
And before I can push back, she’s already stepping back, and her door is closing.
I stand there for a second, staring at it.
Huh.
I exhale, shake it off, and head into my room.
I toss my bag onto the chair and grab a clean shirt for tonight’s game.
It’s the same routine as usual, but something feelsverydifferent today. And I can’t tell if I’m the only one imagining it.
The clubhouse is louder than usual when I walk in.
Guys are talking and laughing.
