Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Hey.” I click the remote to shut off the TV, which had been playing Friends reruns. “How’s your arm? That hit in the third looked painful.”
Logan flexes his sculpted forearm, then rotates his wrist. “All good,” he assures me. “I’m invincible.” He walks over to kiss me. As always, my heart sings the moment our lips touch.
I love this guy so frickin’ much. I promised myself I wouldn’t be that clingy, whiny girlfriend who bitched and complained about how often her boyfriend travels. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t complain. I understand his schedule is brutal, I really do. But that doesn’t mean I don’t hate every second we’re apart.
“How was your night?” he asks, flopping down beside me.
“Boring. All I did was study.” I grin at him. “Although it did pick up after Hannah told me about your forbidden love affair with Garrett.”
Logan snorts. “You saw that stupid blog post, eh? Lukov showed it to us in the locker room after the game, and everyone had a great time ragging on us for it. Our D-man Hawkins kept asking when the wedding is. Grygor offered to officiate.”
“That was sweet of him.”
“Had to break his heart and tell him there won’t be a wedding, no matter how good G’s BJs are.”
“Wow. Garrett takes the time to pleasure you with blowjobs, and you won’t even marry the guy? Heartless, Johnny. Heartless.”
He falls backward with laughter, leaning on his elbows. “Yeah, sorry. But I’m already planning on marrying someone else.”
“Oh really?”
“Really.” He smirks. “It’s you, by the way.”
“Oh really,” I say again.
“Really.” Those deep blue eyes gleam with intensity. “I told you a long time ago—you’re it for me, Gracie Elizabeth. I’m going to marry you one day.”
Pleasure heats my cheeks. Logan’s not the most romantic man on the planet, but when he does express his feelings, he doesn’t do it halfway.
“Who says I want to marry you?” I tip my head in challenge.
“Don’t you dare pretend we’re not forever.”
A smile breaks free. He’s right. I’m not that good of an actress. “We’re definitely forever,” I say firmly. “But don’t forget—when we get married, we’re eloping.”
“Perfect. That way my mom doesn’t wind up in jail for murdering my father, and we get to spend all the wedding money on a sick honeymoon.”
“For what it’s worth, the other day Daisy was also saying we should get married.”
“Yeah? And what’d you tell her?”
“That even if we wanted to, it’d be a miracle if we could find the time,” I confess, offering a self-deprecating smile.
“Aww. There’ll be time. I promise. Now c’mere and tell me how your day was,” he says, tugging me toward him.
I rest my head on his broad chest as we lie on the couch and chat about our respective days. His was obviously more exciting than mine, but Logan listens to me describe the news radio show I’m producing as if I’m regaling him with tales of exploration and wonder. He’s overcompensating, I know this. And I know he feels like shit about being gone all the time, being too exhausted to pay attention sometimes when I tell him about school or work.
“You’re not working tomorrow night, right?” he says, cutting me off midsentence.
“Nope, the station’s closed on New Year’s Eve. Don’t need to go back until Friday.”
“Perfect.” There’s satisfaction in his voice.
I sit up and study his face. “Why are you so interested in my schedule?”
Logan’s not great at hiding his emotions. I can tell he’s fighting a huge grin.
“What’s going on?” I ask suspiciously.
“I think the real question is—who’s going where?”
“What does that even mean?” This guy is so exasperating sometimes with his random acronyms and cryptic riddles.
His happy smile breaks free. “It means we’re going away tomorrow,” he announces, sitting up. “I’m stealing you away for two days.”
I stare at him in surprise. “For reals?”
“For fucking reals.”
“Where are we going?” I demand.
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” Logan pauses. “Well, actually, it’s not a secret. We’re going skiing in Vermont.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Oh, are we?”
His smile falters. “Trust me, I’d much rather whisk you away to an island where you could wear a string bikini and I could eye-fuck you all day long, but the team’s flying out to Houston on Friday. So two days in Vermont is all I can—”
“Two days in Vermont is perfect!” I interrupt, throwing my arms around him.
He nuzzles my neck, placing a soft kiss there. “I found us a bed-and-breakfast near Killington. It’s super isolated and rustic, but it looks cozy. Oh, and there’s a private ski hill we can use at a nearby resort.”
“Sounds awesome.” When my hand moves to his face, Logan presses his cheek to my palm and rubs against it like a happy cat.
My fingertips travel to his lips, and he gives them a teasing nip. “It’s not fancy,” he admits. “I couldn’t find anything better on such short notice, but it’s got a bed and a fireplace, which is all we really need, right?”