“I play hockey too, Geraldine, remember?” Logan inserted suddenly, leaning toward her eagerly like he wanted her to scratch his head or something. “I’m very good at handling a stick.” There was a beat of silence, and Ari’s face was literally going red from the effort it was taking for him to hold himself back. “Go ahead, Lancaster. Just get it out,” Lincoln finally sighed. “I–I don’t even know what to say first. ‘That’s what she said’ or ‘good to know’ or…” Logan had realized by then what he’d just said. “I meant I could show her how to handle a stick!” he huffed, throwing his hands up.
