“About fucking time you told her. Jeez, man. I’ve known you’ve been in love with her for at least two months.”
“Reed,” Blair says, choking on a laugh, “language!”
The kid shrugs. “It’s true.” He turns to me. “So, you’re in love with my sister?”
I nod.
“Good. Don’t hurt her. I don’t wanna have to kick your ass.”
“Noted,” I say, laughing. I wrap my arm around him and pull him in for another group hug. “I love you too, you know.”
“Bruh. Don’t make it weird,” Reed grumbles, but he’s smiling.
“You mean you don’t want me to stand on the bleachers in the middle of one of your games and shout that I love you?”
Blair snorts out a laugh as my lips twitch.
“Dude, no. Even my sister doesn’t do embarrassing stuff like that. I don’t need my future brother-in-law to pick up her slack.” He rolls his eyes, trying to play it cool, but I see right through him.
He’s happy. Really happy. And his happiness only grows when I shrug, not denying his comment about being his future brother-in-law.
“No promises,” I reply. “Now, where should we order dinner from? All this emotional stuff has made me hungry.”
“I vote pizza,” Reed says. Because, of course, he does. He’s a typical thirteen-year-old boy.
After a nod from Blair, I pull out my phone. “Pizza, it is. How do you feel about pepperoni and onion?”
“We takethis kind of thing very seriously,” the Rogues’ GM, Elizabeth Andrews, says with a frown. “I wish you’d brought this to our attention immediately after you received the first email.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I wish I had too.”
Coach Fry runs a hand over his close-cropped fade, leaning back in the chair beside me and across the desk from our GM. “Logan’s had some issues with female fans before. One even worked for the team until he made us aware of how uncomfortable her attention was making him. I’m sure he thought it was more of the same.”
“I did.” Leaning forward, I brace my forearms on my knees. This meeting is going better than I hoped, but the whole situation is exhausting. “I obviously won’t make that mistake again.”
Elizabeth nods. “And you said she’s been harassing an employee on the social impact team?”
“My girlfriend, Blair Sherman, yeah.”
The GM’s brows rise at that. “Girlfriend?”
Coach Fry chuckles, sharing a look with her. “I had the same reaction. I’d heard whispers that Byrne was seeing someone, but I didn’t give them much credence. Who would have thought, right?”
Elizabeth’s mouth twitches, especially when she notices my exasperated expression.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Pigs must be flying, right?”
She laughs. “You said it, not me. Does Miss Sherman have any idea who this woman may be?”
“No, but she printed the email, along with screenshots of some comments that were left on her social media posts we believe were left by the same woman. Ryder Hanson’s fiancée also printed out some screenshots posted by a fan with the same username as the email with photos of Blair and me, as well as some that included Blair’s little brother.”
Elizabeth’s smile vanishes as she looks through the stack of papers. “Right. This is unacceptable.”
“Unfortunately, it’s a little worse than it seems.” I clear my throat, not looking forward to relaying the next bit of information.
“How so?”
“Well, in the email to Blair where the woman references Blair’s brother’s life going up in smoke? We think that was a threat. Blair and Reed lost their parents to a tragic house fire five years ago.” My fists clench, and I have to force myself to relax them. Even thinking about all of this makes me want to punch someone. But there are no threats in this room.
