OFF LIMITS

CHAPTER FIFTEEN - A Pretty Stalker

KAT

Rosie is yapping her mouth off about something that happened at the rink today, but honestly, I lost the whole point of the story a few minutes ago. I know the people she's talking about, but I'm not sure I understand the issue anymore.

I'm just nodding in agreement so she thinks I'm listening. She doesn't really need any of my input, she just wants to rant, and Logan is paying attention to her as if it was the first time he's listening to this whole thing, even though he's part of the story, so he already knows what happened.

I, on the other hand, am thinking about how the Grizzlies have a game tomorrow, and I have no idea if Mack is going to ask me to sleep with him tonight.

We exchanged numbers after the second night we slept together on the road. I was actually surprised when he asked me for my number since I left him a note with it after we slept together, but I assumed that, for some reason, he never found it. Maybe he has a housekeeper that cleans his house and put it on the garbage by mistake.

Or maybe he wasn't interested in seeing me again, so he threw the note away.

"Kitty Kat. Are you listening?" Rosie arches one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows at me.

Shit. Okay, here goes nothing. "Yeah. She's such a bitch."

"Right?" Rosie rolls her green eyes and goes back to stirring whatever it is that she's cooking. Logan has me all figured out and just laughs at my perfect save.

He's standing next to Rosie by the kitchen counter with his perfectly styled blonde hair and stylish clothes.

Logan is such a good-looking guy, and I don't know why Rosie hasn't done anything about the obvious tension there is between them. I'm the captain of the Rosie and Logan ship, I think they're meant to be together they just don't know it yet.

"Rosie told me you went on the road with the Grizzlies for their away games. How was that?" Logan pries, trying to play cool and stealing some of the veggies Rosie just chopped.

I roll my eyes. "Don't act like Rosie didn't tell you."

Rosie and Logan are a pack. There's not one without the other, and that means that whatever Rosie knows, Logan knows, and vice versa. Considering Logan is a Grizzlies fan, Rosie obviously told him about Mack and me.

I accepted long ago that Rosie just tells Logan everything, so I can't even pretend to be mad.

She smacks Logan on the stomach, and he crunches in pain "Fuck, Red. That hurt. You were the one that told me to ask subtly."

"That was not subtle in the slightest." She passes the wooden spoon to Logan, and he just understands that it is his turn to stir the food, so he immediately gets to it. "So? How were your days away? Did you have any fun?"

My cheeks flush instantly when I remember our first morning together in Ottawa. Everything we did was so wrong, but it felt so incredibly right.

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." I try to hold back the silly smile that wants to take over my face, and I fail miserably.

A cat-like grin forms in Rosie's mouth, and she leans on the kitchen table, ready to steal all the information from me. "Tell me everything."

So, I do. The pg-13 version, of course, because as close I am with my sisters, I don't think that detailing the way Mack ate me out in the hotel shower is a proper topic of conversation to have with your younger sister. But I tell her everything else. That he asked me to sleep with him, that we fooled around on the first morning we woke up together but not after, that I let him kiss me, and I thought he would do it again during the trip, but he didn't.