Since I was a kid, making it into the World Hockey League was the ultimate goal. No relationship could match my first love, and after my rough childhood, I wasn't putting my heart on the line.
When Bellerive makes a successful bid to move the Califo...
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When I was with Dalton, I was so busy caring about his happiness, his success, that I never noticed until it was too late that he cared very little about mine. It's like I was living my life in black and white shades, and I've finally discovered that technicolor exists. That's how stark the contrast is.
Like right now, while I'm working on Matilda in a treatment room, Logan's in the weight room amusing Matilda's son to make my job easier. He has a photoshoot tonight at the area for some brand deal, followed by a bit for a television commercial, and he's staying here late with me to make my life easier. When Matilda arrived, Logan said, "I'll stay to watch him because then he won't be under your feet." That might seem like an exaggeration, but sometimes her son literally weaves between my legs as I'm working on his mother.
"You need to put a ring on that man's finger and lock him down," Matilda says, not even bothering to keep her volume dialed low.
When I only laugh, she says, "I'm serious. That video of the two of you at the arena? I've watched it an embarrassing number of times. Can't even believe I'm telling you."
"People didn't like me with him, so we made them like us."
"Like you? They want to be you. Every woman fifty and under wants to be Sawyer Tucker. You turned a terse, serious man into someone who glows when he talks about you. When we talk about a glow up? That's literally your man."
I should tell her that we're not as serious as we've made it seem. But those words die in my throat. Every day, it feels more and more like maybe we are that serious, and when I really consider that reality, it scares the shit out of me. Logan Bishop is supposed to be a rebound, a recovery—he's not supposed to be heartbreak.
"We're definitely starting to see some progress in this shoulder," I say to her. "I've got a new set of home exercises that Bituin printed for you before she left. I'll grab them."
I duck out of the room, and then I peek into the weight room where Logan has set up mini sticks, and the two of them are on the ground in a full on battle.
"Think I'll have to drag him out?" Matilda asks from the front desk, having followed me out of the room.
"Possibly," I say. "Depends on who's winning." I grab the pages from behind the desk and pass them to her.
Matilda comes with me back to the weight room door, and when Logan glances up and sees me there, he grins.
"There it is," Matilda whispers. "The glow up in real life."
"Shh," I say with a little laugh. But I know she's right. He so rarely gave real smiles when I first met him, and I get them all the time now.
"All right little man," Logan says to Matilda's son, and he catches the ball that comes flying toward his net. "We're done for today."
"Noooo!" he cries turning to stare at me and his mom. "I want to stay."
