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“Do you think Lauren’s cute or something?” she asked.
Ah. Logan popped the tops off two bottles of Guinness and walked over to her. “Nah. Never was attracted to redheads.” She took the bottle he offered, freeing up one of his hands. He trailed a finger along her hairline, sweeping her hair back. “I prefer brunettes. Freckled ones. Ideally with glasses.”
She appeared mollified, but he continued anyway.
“I said I don’t blame him because I know how he feels. I’ve been dying for alone time with a certain girl too.”
Her small hand touched his raised forearm. “You’re in luck then.”
He leaned in, but she suddenly looked above his head and jerked back.
“Game’s about to start.”
“You don’t even care about the teams who are playing,” Logan complained as he followed her into the living room.
“I have to temporarily pick a new team, didn’t you hear? Lauren apparently dated the Broncos QB in college. You know, before he was a big deal. And he was a real jerk. Andrew flipped out and made us all swear not to cheer for them as long as Gearhart’s on the roster.”
Logan hadn’t heard, but he knew who she could cheer for. “Chiefs?”
They sat down beside each other on the couch. “Hell, no. While considering my options, the Chiefs and Raiders were the first to go. I went with Green Bay, and they just happen to be playing today.”
“Bandwagon fan.”
She tipped her bottle to her lips. “It was pretty simple when I thought about it.”
“Why’s that?”
“Two words: Clay Matthews.”
Logan’s jaw went tight. “This is probably his last season with the Packers, you know.”
She nudged him with her elbow. “He’ll be playing today. That’s all that matters.”
“Fine.”
Logan leaned back and directed his attention to the TV just in time for kickoff. Throughout the first half, he went back to the kitchen several times for snacks she’d prepared and for more beer.
And to get ahold of himself.
Jeni was just as fired up about this game as she was the last time he’d been here, and it did something to him.
“He was in!”
“He was not,” Logan said calmly. His ass was on the couch while Jeni stood next to him, having jumped up while she screamed.
“Yes, he was.”
“His toe was on the line.”
She glared at him. “Let’s watch the replay, shall we?” She crossed her arms as the slow-motion movement clearly showed that the player had, indeed, failed to get both feet inside the end zone.
“Dammit.” She stalked out of the room.
Logan watched her go, a grin on his face.
During the third quarter, it all went to hell.
Jeni shot up and threw a hand in the air. “Intentional grounding!”
