Not Yours Truly

Chapter 2: Packer's Fan

"You must be Logan, right?" Aaron's wife asked.

"Yeah," I nodded, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

Her arms came around me faster than I had time to comprehend. I froze as she squeezed me then backed up, gracing me with another bright smile. "Hi," she beamed. "It's nice to meet you. Aaron talks about you all the time. I'm Sadie."

"Nice to meet you," I said, taking a step back.

"You want a drink?" She asked, inclining her head to the counter where she had glasses waiting. "I'm making Old Fashioned's but I could make something else."

"No, that's fine," I nodded. "Sounds good."

She smiled and returned to the counter while I tried to remind myself staring was creepy. I shouldn't even have to, she was married to a friend. I wouldn't do anything anyway, but I knew better than anyone else how fucking horrible it felt to have your friend and your girl mess around.

"Aaron tells me you were just at court with your ex," she said, dropping ice-cubes in a glass. "Did it go okay?"

Well, this girl certainly wasn't shy.

"It went fine," I answered.

"Need a double, huh?" She asked, looking at me over her shoulder.

"I guess," I chuckled.

She smiled lightly and continued working on the drink. "It's not easy to share custody of a kid," she said, squeezing the juice from an orange into the glass. "I bet you miss him on the days you don't see him. What's his name?"

"Rowan," I answered. Damn, girl was definitely not shy, just right into the personal questions.

"That's an adorable name," she smiled, handing over a glass. "How old?"

"Six."

"Did you get the time you were hoping for?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Not yet," I said, shaking my head.

She gave me a sympathetic smile and picked up the bottle of whiskey, adding more to my glass. "A triple then, huh?"

"Thanks," I chuckled.

"So it sounds like you've had a terrible day," she said, handing me the glass. "I know what to do to make it better. It's the end-all solution to every problem ever."

I raised an eyebrow and took the glass, holding it up questioningly.

"No, not that," she giggled. "Although, yes, that will help. But I meant my famous homemade jalapeño poppers," she said, grabbing an oven mitt and opening up the oven, sliding a tray out. "They're miracles, honestly. I've been told so several times."

"Sounds good," I chuckled as she sat the tray down and turned around, reaching into the cupboard for a bowl and dumping them inside. "Here," she said, holding up the bowl. "Take them out for me, would you? They should be an okay eating temperature, I was just keeping them in there to stay warm."

"Right," I nodded, taking the bowl. "Thanks."

"No problem," she smiled. "And hey, when you need a refill just come back in."

"Thanks," I said, backing out of the kitchen as she got into the refrigerator.

I was a little thankful she gave me an out because I was starting to feel guilty and annoyed with myself for the direction my thoughts took when I saw her. I went out the door and towards Aaron and Jared, setting the bowl down on the patio table they had nearby the grill which already had buns and plates on it.