“So am I forgiven or what?”
She tiled her head to the side. Logan Grant was here. Right here next to her. And he was all hers. “Yeah, I guess you are.”
“Good.”
“But on one condition,” she added.
“What’s that?”
“You have to admit hockey is better than baseball.”
He laughed, but rather than giving in, he swooped down, brushed her hair from her face, and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.