“I’m going to take care of you both,” Logan whispers. It’s so quiet, I almost miss it. I’m not even sure he meant to say it out loud, so I don’t respond. But internally?
I make the same promise to him.
thirty-five
LOGAN
I’m frowningwhen the guys meander into the locker room and start getting geared up for practice. Of course, Griffin notices right away.
“What’s wrong? Is Blair okay?”
“Huh?” I look up from the email on my phone. “Oh, yeah. She’s still not feeling great, but she’s okay.”
“That’s good. Then why do you look like something crawled up your ass and died?”
I roll my eyes. “You’re so fucking gross.”
“And you’re frowning. Seriously, what’s going on?”
What’s going on is that I’m seriously weirded out. “Someone sent me an email.”
Griffin arches an eyebrow, waiting for me to elaborate. The problem is, I’m not even sure what to say.
“To my internal Rogues email. It was… Here, just read it.” I pass my phone to Griffin as Ryder, Maddox, and Bash start gearing up.
They give us their attention when Griffin’s eyebrows knit together and he mutters, “What the fuck?” He hands the phone to Bash. “Read this shit.”
They pass my phone around, each of my friends going from curious to concerned. It’s not reassuring, but at least I know I’m not overreacting.
Dear Logan,
Have you missed me as much as I’ve missed you?
I’ve thought about you every day since we last spoke. You didn’t seem quite yourself that day. It worried me. You still don’t seem like yourself, but I think I’ve figured it out.
You’re depressed, just like I am, because of our distance. But you don’t have to worry, Logan.
I’m closer than you think.
Do you want to see me as much as I want to see you?
Forever yours,
Your Secret Admirer
Maddox’s frown is even deeper than mine when he looks at me, my phone in his hand. “Is this the first time you’ve gotten an email like this?”
I shake my head. “No, whoever it is sent one before, but I ignored it. It’s gotta be a joke, right? Some asshole I used to play with is trying to freak me out?” Except, even as I say the words, I’m not sure I believe them. The email is familiar. Is it the same as the username of the fan who keeps making comments on my Insta posts?
Our captain purses his lips, and my knee bounces as anxiety pulses through my body. “Is there someone who might pull shit like this?”
“I don’t know.” I keep in touch with my old teammates, but I was never close with any of them the way I am with these guys. So while there are some possibilities, it’s unlikely. But no one else would know about this email address, and I sure as shit haven’t leaked it anywhere.
“The email isibyrne4u27.That’s fucking weird, dude.” Griffin looks uncharacteristically serious. “Maybe you should tell management.”
“I’m not telling them about a couple of weird emails. That feels like an overreaction.”
“Maybe, but it couldn’t hurt to have someone keep an eye on it. What if you have some deranged fan out there?” Ryder asks, tugging his practice sweater on.
