He grabbed the tickets and handed them to her before they walked to the front door. When he stopped to face her before opening it, she thought he might kiss her, or at least hug her.
Instead, he said, “An hour ago, if someone asked me what I’d be doing tonight, never in a million years would I have said this.”
He was within reach but didn’t touch her. She stared at his chest, unable to look at him as she said honest words. “An hour ago, I was hoping for it.”
“Jeni,” he said quietly. “Look at me.”
She did.
“Are you okay?” His eyes searched hers.
Jeni smiled. “I’m great.”
He nodded. “Good.” He opened the door and stepped back. A muscle flickered in his jaw, and he seemed to be considering what to say. “So, I’ll see you later?”
That’s it? Jeni swallowed. “Yeah. See ya.”
She walked to her car, the light from his doorway shining on the lawn. When she started the engine and backed out of the driveway, he finally closed the door.
Jeni suddenly felt bereft, and it confused her. This was exactly what she wanted, right? She’d wanted sex, and Logan gave it to her. And it was everything she knew she was missing.
The problem was—once wouldn’t be enough.
* * *
Logan hijacked almost every single thought in Jeni’s mind for two days straight. She finally felt a reprieve on Sunday when she found herself at Arrowhead Stadium surrounded by seventy-five thousand Chiefs fans. The crowd thundered around her, and as soon as the kicker’s foot hit the ball at kickoff, she was all in. In no time she was on her feet and focused on nothing but the field, excitement pumping through her veins.
“Come on, ref! Where are you looking? He’s all over our guy!” Jeni turned to Rhonda, who had come in Andrew’s stead after he’d said he wasn’t feeling well. Naturally, Valerie and their mom had high-tailed it to his condo, and he was well cared for. “Did you see that?”
Rhonda was equally red-faced. “Oh, I saw it. What I didn’t see”—she faced the field— “was a flag!” She sat down and cross her arms.
They called a TV timeout, so Jeni sat down as well. “Remind me never to see a game in enemy territory again.”
“You’re full of shit. You love this, and you know it.”
Rhonda was right. Jeni loved coming to live football games. It was so much more fun than watching on television, even if it was from the other guy’s stadium. Jeni was pleasantly surprised to find a couple seated behind them in Broncos shirts, and though it was just halfway through the first quarter, the four were friends already.
“Gotta pee.” Rhonda stood and inched out of the row. They were only three from the end, which was nice. The seats were incredible, right on the fifty-yard line and ten rows up from the sideline. Jeni wondered how Logan scored such awesome seats. Were they his? Or did he just get the hook up because he was an employee?
Jeni frowned. She’d successfully avoided thinking about him since the game started. Which had only been fifteen minutes, but she counted that progress.
She hadn’t heard from him once in the two days since they’d had sex. She had no clue how these things normally worked and told herself it was probably normal. Even so, those days of silence had her second-guessing how good it had been for him. There was no downplaying the fact that Logan was mind-blowing in bed. He’d rocked her world, and at the time, she’d have sworn he had a good time too.
But it didn’t take much for a guy to enjoy sex, did it? Had their night been a one-time thing? Had he already been with another woman since, someone who knew what she was doing?
She pushed Logan out of her head and looked around for a distraction during the timeout. The couple sitting by the aisle were nice but serious Chiefs fans and season ticket holders. Other than the couple behind Jeni, everyone around her seemed to be regular attendees who all knew each other. The two seats on her other side had been vacant since she and Rhonda arrived, and Jeni used the seat next to her as a purse holder.
Several minutes later, two older women came toward her, and they were headed for those two chairs. They were probably in their seventies and decked out in Chiefs gear. It would have been obnoxious on guy but on little old ladies?
“You two look awesome,” Jeni said with a grin, removing her purse from the seat beside her.
The first woman eyed Jeni’s Broncos jersey as she passed. “You look terrible.”
“Orange isn’t your color, dear,” the other said, looking like she was fighting a grin.
Jeni burst out laughing. “Might want to check the scoreboard before you start trash-talking.”
The first lady waved a hand in dismissal. “It’s only the first quarter. Our guys know to start slow and finish big. Works in football and in the bedroom.”