AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Whatever new-aged music’s blaring from the speakers needs to die a painful death. Is this what Scott chose? Locking him in a room for seven days and making him listen to this crap sounds like a fair punishment for making Logan cry.
Chasse swing roll—I remember that one. That’s what they’re doing right now. Logan’s swings are crisp and fluid. Scott’s the lead and Logan’s keeping time with him perfectly but that’s about all he’s doing. None of his usual flair on parade. If Scott’s sucked the life out of him, he’s a dead man.
Scott glides them to an abrupt stop.
“Cut, cut the music!” he calls across the ice. But that’s all I can make out, even once the music’s cut. He says something to Logan. Logan’s face falls, and a frustrated hand runs through his hair. He says something in return but lacking the gusto I’m used to seeing from him.
Eventually, Logan nods, biting his lip, giving in to whatever Scott said. Scott circles his finger, signaling for the music and they take their places to start again.
Who died and made Scott coach? Where are Logan’s real coaches? Ah, there’s one, leaning against the boards. I saunter toward the man in black tights and the loudest long-sleeved shirt I’ve ever seen. His hair screams “I wish I was David Bowie”, and I get the impression he’d rather be skating than coaching. I turn my ball cap backward, ready to do business and figure out what the hell is going on.
“Hi, Rhett Elkington,” I say, holding out my hand.
He shakes it with the enthusiasm of an obsessed hockey fan, which is kinda shocking. I wouldn’t have guessed he’d be into hockey. “I know who you are. Big fan, big fan. Here to watch your beau?”
“Something like that. What’s going on down there?”
“Scott suggested a new routine. He’s trying to show Logan so that I can approve it or not and we can nail down their qualifier.”
“You let your ice dancers decide that?”
“Not usually, but when you have a star like Scott, you listen. The league hasn’t seen talent like his since Elvis Stojko.”
“What about Logan?”
“Logan’s our best—after Scott. That’s why they’re a pair.”
I guess that’s good, but I’m biased. Logan’s the best in the league and I refuse to believe differently.
Sticking with the David Bowie look-a-like, I watch my man tear it up on the ice. Scott the dictator stops the music seven more times to give Logan critiques that he doesn’t need. I can hear him now that I’m closer. They’re nitpicky criticisms and he doesn’t listen to Logan’s suggestion that his hips might be tight, which anyone can see that they are. That’s why he’s having trouble turning, but he’s blaming Logan. Scott’s gonna tear his medial meniscus like that. The useless coach doesn’t say a thing.
Scott tells him off some more with Logan’s face paling to ash as he natters on, and I can see my man’s self-esteem crumbling stone by stone. His jaw locks and he nods along tightly. Where’s his beautiful fury?
Enough of this.
I tap my invisible watch. “Maybe it’s time to call practice. They’re already an hour over,” I not-so-subtly suggest.
“Right, right, Mr. Elkington. Hey! That’s it for today guys. Excellent work, Scott.”
My eyes attempt to burn holes into the coach, which he doesn’t see because his gaze is set on Scott. Maybe there’s a bit more than stargazing there?
Logan’s morose demeanor lights up when he sees me, for exactly one second, but he must note the danger crackling around me because he skates like a lightning bolt for me. He knows what I’m about to do and this time there’s no stopping me.
“Baby, hey. Are we late for our reservation? I’ll get my stuff and we can get out of here.”
We don’t have reservations. “I have time to chat with Scott. We haven’t caught up in a while.”
Chapter29
Behave Because You’re Mine
Logan
Fuck my life. But the lesser part of me wants to see Scott pummeled by my overprotective boyfriend. Not that I think Rhett will throat punch him with witnesses around, but he’s going to do something.
Since we got to school, it’s been like Jekyll and Hyde with Scott. Maybe it’s because I turned him down? I don’t know. He seemed fine about it, but now he’s not so fine. Though, I guess he’s always been critical of my form. He’s worked with other greats, working with me has got to be a huge step down for him.
Rhett’s fists clench and the lines of his body are primed for war. It’s fucking hot. At least this is sure to end in amazing sex. Rhett looks between Scott and the only coach we have today. The other’s been out sick, and I haven’t met her in person yet.
