Page 193 of Just for the Plot

“I was.”

Adalade has a glint in her eye. “You know, I was researching him the other day out of pure boredom. And did you know his real name isn’t Cougar?”

“It’s not?” I ask, surprised.

“No. His real name is Logan.”

“Logan?” I ask, my eyes widening. “Why on earth does he go by Cougar?”

“I watched an interview where he said his high school coach gave him the name for being a cougar on the field, and he thought it was fitting, so that’s what he goes by.”

“Goodness, someone needs to tell him Logan is better.”

Adalade chuckles. “I don’t know, I wouldn’t mind a little Cougar in my life.”

“Adalade.” I laugh.

She casually adjusts the bracelets on her wrists, as if what she’s saying is completely normal. “Consider me infatuated after my google search. Glad to hear he’s on the market.”

“Shall I make an introduction?”

“No, no, I’ll put it into fate’s hands.” She winks and then folds her hands together. “I’m happy for you, though. It seems like you have a lightness about you, like perhaps this is what you should have been doing for a while now.”

“That’s what it kind of feels like,” I say, admitting to the feelings I think I might have been harboring but not realizing it. “I’m still kind of sick and nauseous over the whole thing and what we’re going to do when it comes to Gabby, but Bennett said we will work it out together.”

“A good man.” She picks up a plaid swatch and tests the material with her fingertips. “Now, when are we going to a game?”

“You want to go?”

She looks up at me. “I demand that we go.”

“Then I guess I should look into tickets.”

“Make it a suite,” Adalade says. “I don’t tend to mix with the general public.”

I chuckle. “You got it.”

“Bennett?” I call out when I walk into his apartment. I set down my bag and keys, not even bothering to go to my apartment.

“Baby,” he calls out as he slides on his sock-covered feet from his bedroom right into the living room. When he stops, he runs right up to me, picks me up, and plasters me against the wall.

His mouth is on mine before I can even say hi, while his hands find their way up my shirt.

I chuckle against his kisses from his excitement, causing him to pull away and give me the cutest look ever. “Uh, I’m seducing you. You shouldn’t be laughing.”

“I’m sorry, you just did this whole Tom Cruise slide-in thing and then like a happy dog, excited to see their owner, just started attacking me. I wasn’t expecting it.”

“Excited dog, huh? Want me to lick you all over like a dog would?”

My brow furrows. “I feel like you might have thought that was something sexy to say, but I didn’t like it.”

He scratches the side of his face and says, “Yeah, didn’t hit right. Either way, I want to lick you. Let’s get you out of these pants—”

“Gretchen is coming over.”

“Babe,” he says, in a serious tone. “I can get you off in thirty seconds, and you know it.”

“That’s very cocky of you.”