Logan easily maneuvered through the offense as he faked a throw to the running back. Seeing a hole in the defense, he literally jumped over the linebacker coming for him—flat out hurdled him—and took off down the field, all the way to the end zone. As he spiked the ball and did a ridiculous amount of showboating, he heard his coaches laughing.

His teammate, Sean, chest-bumped him. “Wish that had been during an actual game, not just a scrimmage, Wolf.”

Ever since the new Logan movie hit the big screens, his fans had begun calling him that nickname. Did it hurt his feelings? Heck no. Hugh Jackman was just like Logan—awesome! Logan ripped off his helmet and walked toward the sidelines as the other players on his scrimmage team patted him on the back. “Oh, it’ll be during a game, I guarantee that!” he pronounced with all the cockiness he could muster. What was the point of being the best quarterback that California Wave had ever hired, if he couldn’t boast now and again?

The coach let out a sigh and gave Logan a knowing grin. “Boy, we know what you can do, but help us get the plays down, would you?”

Even though Coach Joe sounded disappointed, Logan could see he was secretly proud. “Okay, coach.” What he really meant was, I’ll kind of do whatever I want. It was June and all the pressure was off.

“Logan!”

His attention was diverted to the side of the field, where he saw Kim rushing toward him in large, chunky high heels and a zebra-print tight dress. He inhaled, bracing himself. He didn’t want to really deal with her at the moment. Yes, he was engaged and marrying her in less than three weeks, but it’d been brutal being part of the wedding planning, especially since she was such a popular vlogger. Every part of their lives was recorded and he always felt he had to put on a show. Usually, he didn’t mind it—he even relished the attention most of the time—but lately he’d been having dreams about the past that left him a bit unsettled. He tried to ignore her and turned to the coach. “Next play, let’s go.”

The coach stared at him, then turned to see Kim coming their way. “Mercy, give us a break, woman,” he muttered, and stared at his playbook.

Sean sensed his angst. “Come on, guys, out on the field!”

They hustled back out, and he heard the coach call forty-six defense into his earpiece.

“Logan! Now!” Kim yelled, but he was surrounded by his guys, using them as shelter.

Humphrey, one of the new running backs, who was playing on the other scrimmage team, swaggered over and glared at him. “Dude, control your woman before she controls you.”

How dare Humphrey challenge him? He was a new pick from draft day who thought he could stand here and question Logan. He knew it was just to tick him off and make a show of power, but it still made his blood boil. Logan pulled back from the huddle, took off his helmet, and called out as he turned to Kim. “Kim, sweetheart, come here!”

Kim’s perfectly red lips stretched into a huge smile and she started prance-running onto the field, holding out her phone to record herself and then him. “My baby in action.”

With all her attention being focused on her phone instead of where she was going, Logan easily caught her before she could crash into him. She turned in his arms and kissed him, sloppy and dramatic.

He could hear Humphrey booing them, and he allowed himself a smug grin. Righting her, he turned to the camera and yelled out in a wolf call. It was his thing, his signature, what all the fans would do when he would throw a winning touchdown.

Kim laughed hysterically and did her own, off-key version of the wolf call, still focusing on her phone. She took her vlog seriously. “He’s crazy, you guys!”

Logan flashed a smile and took off back to the huddle. Pride blazed through him when he saw Humphrey’s angry face. That’s right, who was the boss out here? He was! With a bit of a swagger, Logan gave instructions to his scrimmage team, and they dispersed into action.

What Logan hadn’t anticipated was that Humphrey would break formation from the other team and start bearing down upon him. In the split second before Humphrey slammed into him, Logan thought about his latest dream, the one where he and Paris were swimming in the lake when they were sixteen.

The momentum of Humphrey hitting him kinked his head in just a way that he could feel a pinch in his neck right before he was slammed onto his back, knocking the wind out of him. His helmet went flying.

Everything went hazy, and only one image followed him into unconsciousness—her face.

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