Page 63 of Body Check

“He can’t throw a punch.”

Logan laughs outright. “Yeah, because that’s the part we’re focusing on.”

“It might not be that bad.”

“I can’t risk it.”

“So, you’d rather be alone and miserable than happy with her?”

“I don’t want to jeopardize the relationship with my best friend. Not when it impacts the team, too.”

“The team will be fine.”

“But do you know that? If he punches me in the face, Coach will bench him. Hell, probably me, too.”

“So, don’t let him punch you,” Jason says.

Logan chuckles. “Yeah, because it’s that easy. Hey, I’m in love with your little sister, and have been for ten years. Let’s go hit the weights. Fuck, he’d probably drop them on me on purpose.”

“Shit, man. Ten years?”

“I told you. She’s the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

“I did some research.”

“Oh?”

“On being demisexual. I’m honored you told me.” Jason pauses, as if realizing he just outed Logan to me. “We won’t tell anyone.”

Logan groans. “She’s in the bedroom, isn’t she?”

My face heats. He can’t see me. There’s no way he knows it’s me, just an anonymous woman in the apartment.

“Who?”

“Whoever you’re seeing.”

“Yeah. But she won’t say anything.”

He pauses. “You aren’t seeing Hailey, right?”

Jason laughs, the sound warming me through. “No. You have her all to yourself.”

Logan groans again, like he’s in pain. “Yeah, if I can ever get out of my own way.”

“You will.” There’s a clapping sound, like maybe he smacked his teammate’s shoulder. “But for now, I need you to get out of my way.”

“Yeah, yeah. Enjoy your date.”

“Seriously, man. Are we good?” Jason asks.

“Yeah. I needed to talk about it.”

“I’m here for you anytime. Just… maybe send me a text first.”

Logan chuckles. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

The door opens and closes, and then footsteps approach. Jason opens the bedroom door, an apologetic look on his face.