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Does shewantme to leave Harvest Hollow again?
“I’ve seen you play, you know,” she says, looking far too pleased with herself.
This confession is enough to make me forget the uncomfortable questions I’m asking. “You have? When?”
“Twice in Charlotte. Once in Atlanta.” She clears her throat. “Once in Denver.”
Charlotte and Atlanta are driving distance. Still notclose, but not outrageous. But …
“Denver?”
She grins. “What can I say? I happened upon a great plane fare. Mia came with. Kicking and screaming, but she came.”
I lean back on the couch, processing. Parker came to see me play. All these years when I had cut her and Brandon off, she made the effort to come see me play.
“Did you wear my jersey?” I ask.
I can’tnotask. And yeah, maybe it makes me a brute or an egomaniac or whatever. But Ihaveto know.
Parker’s smile is soft. “Of course. I’ve onlyeverworn your jersey, Logan.”
Calm down, son, I tell myself. Plenty of fans wear my name across their backs. Jeremy, who intercepts my fan mail, told me more than one woman has sent a picture of my name tattooed on her body.
But this is somehow more than permanent ink on skin. (It’s also decidedly less creepy.) Parker, who had every reason to hate me after the way I left, snuck off to my games and wore my jersey. I barely refrain from asking her to put it on right now.
Focus, Logan.
“What ifIdon’t want to do this?” I say, swinging the focus back where it needs to be. Immediately her face falls and I feel like a jerk.
She recovers quickly, her expression shifting to the one I see most often at work—poised and professional and a whole lot lessParker.
“I get it. I mean, it’s a little hard to believe someone like you would be with—”
“Stop.”
Before she can close her mouth, I reach over and take her hand. This shuts her up. For a second.
Then she smiles and says, “The Classic hand hold.”
I chuckle, having completely forgotten about my lame hand-holding thing. It makes me ridiculously happy she hasn’t forgotten.
“Parker, I wasn’t saying I wouldn’t want to be withyou.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“I don’t know about the wholefakething.”
She tilts her head. “Why not? Celebrities do this all the time, right? And I’ve already said I don’t mind.”
Yeah, Logan—why not?
Though it should be easy to just say the truth—that I'd like something real with Parker, something that has nothing to do with my public perception—I can’t make myself say the words.
I feel totally ill-equipped for this conversation.
“We’ll need to look at the rules again,” I say, disappointed in myself for not telling her to forget the rules and thenshowingParker how I feel.
Dropping my hand, Parker stands and stretches casually. A littletoocasually?
