Page 27 of Game On

“You put everything else in the binder. What’s that about?”

I took a pull off my beer. “My sister and her asshole husband died about two years ago, and I got custody of Liam. He’s still having a hard time with it.”

“What about his grandparents? Why you?” she asked.

“Mom died when we were in high school, and Dad’s been in jail for a long time. He’s never getting anywhere near Liam. His dad’s parents are long dead. So it’s just me,” I said.

I didn’t realize I had been curling my hands into fists until she touched my arm and pulled me out of it. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head. “Sorry, I’m good. I feel like an ass for asking you if you wanted a drink. You probably want to get home.”

“I’m baby free this weekend, so this glass of wine’s perfect. Unless you’re kicking me out?”

I took another sip of my beer. “Definitely not.” I eyed her computer. “What are you working on?”

“Oh, trying to get my website up and running.”

“I never asked what you did for a living.”

“Accountant. Well, I was until I quit my cushy corporate job because I was going to be a stay-at-home mom. Then I found out my husband was a piece of shit cheater, so I got divorced and moved back in with my mother, who’s passive-aggressive as shit and likes to tell me ‘I told you so’ as much as she can,” she rambled on in one breath.

I furrowed my brow as her words hit me. They felt so familiar to me. Like we had this conversation before, but I couldn’t remember when. Maybe we had it at Blaise’s barbecue, but that wasn’t something you blurted out to someone you had just met.

When I glanced over at her again, her cheeks reddened, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the wine or the embarrassment of her outburst.

“Sorry, that was too personal. I’m doing bookkeeping work for Blaise’s dad and for the tattoo shop Veronica works at. I’m trying to go freelance while I look for something permanent.”

I shook my head. “Not too personal. Have we talked about this before?”

She shook her head and closed her laptop. She curled her legs underneath her as she sipped on her wine. “I don’t think so.”

Hmm. I definitely heard someone else say those things to me. Maybe she forgot she told me.

“Did you watch the game?” I asked and pointed to the TV.

She shook her head. “Like one period? Then Liam started screaming. I don’t want to overstep, but you should have him talk to someone.”

I nodded. “I know. How was he?”

“Good. He made me play hockey with him pretty much until dinner. He was only a handful at bedtime, but I got him into the big kid bed.”

“I’m amazed. He keeps on wanting to be in my bed.”

“Logan! If you let him co-sleep with you, he’ll get too used to it,” she said, and her cheeks got pink again. “Sorry, it’s not my business to tell you how to parent.”

I set my beer down. “No, you’re right. I hate when he cries, though. Can’t help it.”

She smiled. “I get it. That’s why I went in there and slept with him until he calmed down. I’m a hypocrite for judging you.”

I put a hand on her thigh. “I appreciate that. I really do.”

She froze and stared down at my hand. Then she gulped more of her wine before setting it on the coffee table. She put a hand over mine. “You’re welcome. I understand what you’re going through.”

The way her hazel eyes studied me made me brazen. I rubbed my thumb across the back of her palm. She didn’t pull away, didn’t even flinch. I saw the way she stared at me earlier when I opened the door without a shirt. That hadn’t been intentional, but I had to admit I liked the way her eyes had tracked hungrily over my body. Then when she fixed my tie, a spark of electricity coursed through me at her touch. There was something pulling me toward her. I shouldn’t do what I was about to do, but my dick was in charge, and he didn’t care.

“Logan?” she breathed out in a shaky breath.

I pulled my hand away from her thigh, only to reach up and push her hair behind her ear. I stared into her eyes, and when she nodded, I leaned over and slanted my mouth on hers.