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

by Emma St. Clair

I guess you could say it was crush at first cookie. Coach Davis jumps in, relieving me from Logan’s glare. “The Appies are glad to have you, Logan. I know you’ll bring good things to the team. We can hammer out these other details later.” 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. Good boy. The first stage of acceptance is shutting up. And just like that, the meeting is over. Finally. I scurry out of the room, moving down the hall toward the elevator with my wounded pride in hand and my proverbial tail tucked between my legs. Not only did Logan not seem to remember me—ouch—but I can tell he’s going to make my job harder than it has to be. Short of having some kind of wardrobe malfunction or having someone read out loud my teenage diary confessing my love for Logan, I’m not sure how I could have enjoyed the meeting any less. To distract myself from obsessing, I check my calendar and to-do list for this week as I step into the elevator. Today is marked as a research, planning, and video editing day for me. The first preseason game is a few weeks away, which means we need to ramp up the actual hockey-playing videos. I’ll schedule time to attend practices and get some footage. The elevator doors start to close when a big hand appears, forcing them back open. And then Logan Barnes steps into the elevator. My lungs deflate. My heart slows ...