Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

No—my crush on hockey’s beautiful bad boy began on a typical Tuesday night fifteen years ago when he shared a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie with me and told my brother to stop being a jerk.

That famous muscle ticks again in Logan’s jaw, and I think he’s going to argue or maybe insist again that he’s not going to dance no matter what his contract says, but he says nothing.

As though I could forget. It did take a few seconds, but only because I hadn’t expected Parker to be in the conference room. Back in the day, she had the singular ability to make me smile, something I rarely had reason to do. She was always overflowing with energy and big ideas, like some kind of fiery woodland sprite fueled by straight espresso.