“Oh my god,” Elizabeth murmurs.
“Christ,” Coach agrees.
“So you can see why I’m concerned.”
“Yes, I certainly can. Rest assured, we will do everything we can to keep you and Blair safe. We’ll increase security around the building, including stationing someone outside of the office suites. I’ll be contacting the authorities as soon as our meeting is done, and we’ll get our team working on figuring out who, exactly, is hiding behind this email address.”
“Thank you.” Relief floods me that they’re taking this seriously. I knew they would, but Blair was still worried the organization would use this as a reason to fire her. I told her that if that happened, I’d raise hell and force them to reconsider.
“Of course. Please let Miss Sherman know that the authorities may request to speak with her, and you should be prepared to make a statement as well. For now, I’ll handle it.”
“I’ll let her know. Thank you, Elizabeth.”
“Of course. The Rogues take care of their own. Please let me know if anything changes, or if this person makes contact again.” Elizabeth stands from her desk and extends a hand. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.”
“I will. Thank you.” I rise, shaking her hand.
Coach Fry does the same, then we leave her office side by side.
“You all right, kid?”
“I think so. I’m more worried about Blair and Reed than myself.”
Coach claps a hand on my back as we walk back toward the locker room, where the rest of the team is getting ready for practice. “They’ll be okay.”
We fall into silence for a few moments until Coach glances my way, his lips quirking up in a smile. “She’s the tall woman with curly hair that barely spared you a second glance when she started, isn’t she?”
I bark out a laugh. “Yep. That’s her.”
His smile grows. “I like her for you. Good job, Byrne.”
“Thanks, Coach. I think.”
“You needed someone who wouldn’t be afraid to bust your balls or be put off by yourI don’t give a shitmask.”
“I did,” I agree. “I’m really lucky.”
Coach gives my shoulder a squeeze. “So is she.”
He leaves me at the entrance to the locker room, heading to his office before it’s time to meet us on the ice. The stench of hockey players punches me in the face the moment I step inside. Normally, I don’t notice it, since it’s such a regular part of my life, but after sitting in the GM’s office for half an hour breathing in the fresh, lavender-scented air, the locker room funk is worse than normal.
My teammates talk and joke around among themselves, the volume loud and boisterous as always. Most of them have no idea what’s going on with me, so none of them give me a second glance when I walk past. But as soon as I hit my locker, four sets of eyes turn my way. I gave the boys the rundown in our group text thread after Reed went to sleep the other night.
I stayed over at their apartment, unwilling to leave the two of them with a stalker on the loose. I’d texted them with Blair curled up at my side, her with a book in her hands, me with my phone. Their responses were just as pissed off and worried as I’d expected.
“What did the GM say?” Maddox asks. I guess he’s their spokesman today.
Blowing out a breath, I scrub a hand through my hair. “She took it seriously. They’re adding extra security and filing a police report. She also said they’d get their internal team on looking into who may own the email address.”
“Good. That’s good. How’s Blair?”
“Kind of freaked out. Pissed that this person threatened her brother. I don’t know. She seemed okay when I dropped her off at her office, but it’s a lot, you know?”
Sebastian nods. “You gave her all our numbers and told her to call if she needs us, right?”
“I did. She’ll probably wander down here during practice to say thank you for that. She was a little emotional about the offer.”
“We’ve got her back,” Griffin says, his chest puffed out. “Her and little Sherman.”
