Brooke

 

The cab ride to his dad’s was silent, just like I knew it would be. The minute we stepped through the door, everyone yelled “surprise” with big smiles on their faces.

“What’s this?” Logan asked.

“Welcome home, son.”

I knew about the surprise party when Brandon sent me a text message last night. His entire team was there, along with Coach Gene, and his whole family, including his aunt and uncle. While Logan sat and talked with everyone, I went into the kitchen and Owen followed behind.

“What’s going on with you two? The air is so thick out there.”

“He’s pissed off at me again.”

“For what now? He should be happy about his leg.”

“I’m making him get back out on the ice tomorrow and he’s nervous about it.”

Owen laughed. “He’s never been nervous about anything.”

“He’s scared that he won’t ever be able to get back to where he was before the accident and he has a fear of letting people down.”

“That’s ridiculous. You said his leg is healed, so he won’t have any problems.”

“That’s not true. He hasn’t been out on the ice in months.”

“So what? He hasn’t forgotten how to skate. He’ll be fine. Do I need to talk to him?”

“No. Please don’t mention it to him. He’s already pissed off enough and if he knew I was talking to you about this, it’d just make things worse.”

“Okay. I won’t talk to him about it, but I want you to keep me posted. Deal?”

“Deal.” I smiled.

When I walked into the living room, I saw Logan and some blonde in an embrace. Jealousy reared its ugly head and a sick feeling came over me. She looked a little too happy to see him.

“Who’s that?” I asked Brandon as I stood next to him.

“That’s Lina from Dewey’s bar. We’ve known her for years.”

“Did he fuck her?” I asked.

Brandon looked over at me and didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. I could tell by the expression on his face he did. As I began to walk towards them, Brandon reached out and lightly grabbed my arm.

“Brooke, don’t. They’re just friends.”

“I know.” I gave a cunning smile.

Walking over to them, I stood next to Logan.

“Hey, Brooke, this is Lina. She’s a bartender over at Dewey’s. Lina, this is my physical therapist, Brooke Alexander.”

“Nice to meet you.” She smiled as she held out her boney hand.

“Likewise.” My face displayed a fake smile.

His physical therapist? Why didn’t he mention that I was his girlfriend? Now I was irritated.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get another glass of wine,” I spoke as I walked away before I said something I would ultimately regret.

Sitting in the kitchen and talking to his aunt, I looked at my phone. It was getting late.

“It was wonderful talking to you, but we better head on home. Logan has skate practice at six a.m.”

“Thank you, Brooke, for everything you’ve done for him. He’s a lucky man to have you in his life.”

I gave her a small smile as I walked away. I wasn’t so sure he would see it that way at the moment. Grabbing my purse, I looked around for Logan.

“Do you know where Logan is?” I asked Owen.

“Yeah. I just saw him walk out the door with Lina. I think he was saying goodbye to her.”

Opening the door and stepping outside, I didn’t see him, so I took a few steps down the driveway. That was when I saw the two of them kissing down the street in front of what I assumed was her car. Tears sprang to my eyes and I felt sick to my stomach. Every part of me wanted to walk up to them and claw both their eyes out. But I didn’t. I remained calm and took myself back in the house.

“Did you find him?” Owen asked.

“No.” I tried to give a small smile. “I’m sure he’ll be back in a minute.”

A few moments later, Logan walked through the door and I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

We said our goodbyes and hailed a cab back to his apartment.

“That was nice of my dad to throw that party for me,” he spoke.

“Yeah. It was.” I played it cool even though I was hurt.

Stepping inside the apartment, I set my purse on the table and went straight to the bedroom. As I was changing into my nightshirt, Logan walked up from behind, wrapped his arms around me, and began to softly kiss my neck.

“Not tonight, Logan. I drank a little too much and I’m not feeling well.” I pulled away.

“Okay. Is there anything I can get you?” he asked.

“No. I just want to go to sleep.”

He sighed as he stripped out of his clothes and climbed into bed. Climbing in, I lay the other way so I didn’t have to look at him. Hooking his arm around me, he kissed my head.

“I hope you feel better, baby.”

I ignored him and closed my eyes as the tears started to slowly fall.

****

Logan

The next morning, I slipped out of bed before Brooke and made a pot of coffee. The alarm was going off soon and I was awake all night thinking about today.

“Good morning,” I spoke as Brooke walked into the kitchen.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

“Hung over?” I asked as I handed her a cup of coffee.

“Not really.” She took a sip and then walked away and took a shower.

I was already nervous about skating today and I didn’t need her attitude on top of it. Something was bothering her and I bet she was still mad at me for yelling at her yesterday. Walking into the bathroom, I stood there and watched her soap her naked body through the glass doors. God, I wanted her. Pulling down my pajama bottoms, I stepped out of them and opened the shower door.

“Care for some company?” I smiled as I stepped in.

“I’m already done,” she spoke as she stepped out, leaving me in the shower alone.

“Brooke, come on. I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday. I already apologized. Why the fuck do you have to be so stubborn?”

“I’m not. We don’t have time for sex. Just hurry up and take your shower so we can leave.”

Wow. Her attitude towards me really sucked. How long was she going to hold a grudge? When I finished my shower and got dressed, I found her sitting on the couch, looking at her phone.

“I’m ready.” I grabbed my bag.

She got up from the couch, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the apartment ahead of me. This was going to be a long fucking day with her.

After lacing up my skates, I stood in front of the clean, glistening ice and took in a deep breath. I waited for one of Brooke’s little pep talks, but she didn’t give me one. She put on her skates and stepped onto the ice, leaving me there at the edge on my own. As soon as my blades hit the smooth surface, I took off. Slowly at first, but then I picked up some speed as I skated around the perimeter. It wasn’t too long before my leg started to hurt and I slowed down.

“Are you in pain?” Brooke asked.

“A little bit.”

“Push through it.” She skated away.

I stood there and looked at her as I shook my head. As I continued to skate around the ice, I caught up with her.

“I don’t like your fucking attitude.”

“And I don’t like yours. Are you going to let a little bit of pain stop you? You’re supposed to be a man.”

“You know what? Fuck you, Brooke.” I skated away from her. Now she had really pissed me off.

She stepped off the ice and took a seat on the bench. The ice was mine now and it was time to bring Lightning Logan back into action. Thoughts of her attitude invaded my head and every time I looked at her, I became even angrier. Skating around the ice, my breath hitched as my heart raced and the feeling that I once knew finally returned. Pushing through it, and skating as fast as I could, my leg began to take the brunt of not just a little bit of pain, but an excruciating pain, sending me down on the hard surface. As I sat there on my knees, with my palms facing down, I struggled to get back up, only to fall again.

“Get up, Logan,” Brooke spoke as she skated over to me.

“I can’t,” I shouted.

“Yes you can.” She got down on her hands and knees in front of me. “Do you want to play hockey again?” she shouted at me.

I felt like a failure. I hadn’t been on the ice for more than an hour and I was already down for the count.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you better figure it out. There are people waiting for you and waiting for your return. You aren’t going to be Lightning right away. What part of that do you not understand?”

“If I can’t be, then there’s no reason for me to play anymore.”

“So you’re just going to give up?” she yelled.

“Maybe I am!” I shouted back. “This isn’t about you, Brooke, and wanting to be the hero that saved Lightning Logan and got him back into the world of hockey.”

She stood up. “Is that what you think?” she shouted so loud that it echoed throughout the arena. “You think I did all this because I wanted to be some kind of hero?”

Looking up at her, I spoke the words that I would regret.

“Yeah, I do. You gave up your dream and all the attention that went along with it. But if you were the one responsible for putting me back on the ice when the doctors said it was impossible, you’d always be known as the one who saved me and my career and I know somewhere deep down inside, you want that. You want that fucking glory!” I shouted. “Now get the fuck out of here and leave me alone!”

“You know what, Logan. Now that your leg is healed, you’re an asshole. I liked you better when you couldn’t walk. Give up. I don’t fucking give a damn what you do anymore. Without me, you wouldn’t even be out here. Fuck you and your hockey bullshit. And you call yourself a man. Why don’t you go seek some consolation from Lina? I’m sure she’d be more than happy to let you fuck her again.” She skated away.

Lowering my head, I tried to regain my breath. Shit. Why did she throw Lina into this? Oh God, did she see Lina kiss me last night? Was that why she had such an attitude with me?

I stood up and slowly skated my way off the ice to go after her. I needed to explain.