Logan: Good.
Levi: Can we talk about the Boston game now?
Logan: I suppose we could…
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“How’s Bryn doing?” Kovi asked, towel wrapped around his waist, fresh out of a post-practice shower.
It had been a week since the Seattle game, and since then, everything had felt…off.
On the ice, I felt as if I were going through the motions. We’d played two games since then, and we’d lost one and barely eked out a win in the other. Off the ice, I was a mess. I couldn’t stop thinking—worrying—about Bryn.
Not that I’d gotten to spend much time with her, apart from when I’d taken her to the ER. They’d run some tests but had ultimately released her. Even so, I couldn’t help but be concerned.
She might be fine physically. But she’d been distracted and distant ever since.
“She’s good. Thanks,” I said, because I didn’t know what else to say.
I felt like I knew nothing. Not why she’d fainted—supposedly it was stress-related. Or even why I got the feeling that she was avoiding me.
Hell, maybe it was all in my head. I’d been in three different time zones within the past five days, and I was exhausted. Fromthe travel, but also from the added attention in the wake of my fight with Wilson. Talia and her team had been fielding so many requests for interviews and sponsorships and endorsements, it made my head spin.
I could only assume the increased attention was weighing on Bryn as well. Someone had leaked what was said during the fight, and the public had been swift to defend my actions, along with Kovi’s.
But when it came to Bryn, people had some strong opinions about our relationship. Both for and against. Not that it would change anything when it came to my feelings for her. But I worried about the impact on Bryn.
I saw what the media had put her through when Derek died. It felt as if they expected something from her. And it was wrong. I was scared that this incident was dragging her back to that time.
I told myself she was just busy—with work and preparing to go to the conference in Boston and to visit her sister. But it felt like there was something more going on.
“Let us know if there’s anything we can do to help,” Gabe said as I finished getting dressed.
“Thanks,” I said. “She’s about to leave for Boston for a week, but I’ll let you know.”
“Holmes,” one of the assistant coaches barked. “Coach wants to see you.”
I sighed, pushing off the bench, all while wondering what this was about when I really just wanted to go home and see Bryn.
I headed down the hall toward Coach’s office. Georgia was coming my direction, and I paused.
“Hey. Do you have a sec?” I asked, knowing I didn’t have long.
“Yeah. What’s up?” She grinned.
I glanced around, relieved to find the hallway empty. “Have you seen Bryn much this week?”
She lifted a shoulder. “We watched the game together the other night. And we’ve texted a few times. Why?”
“How did she seem to you?”
“Tired, maybe?” She furrowed her brow. “I know she’s looking forward to seeing her sister. Maybe a break from LA is just what the doctor ordered.”
I nodded, hoping Georgia was right. Hoping that once some of the excitement from the fight died down, everything would go back to normal.
That hope was short-lived. At least if my meeting with Coach was anything to go by. But I put his words aside and headed home. Well, to Bryn’s house. I’d been meaning to talk to her about us moving in together, but then the fight had happened, and it hadn’t felt like the right time.
I let myself in the back door using the key she’d given me. “Bryn?” I called out, frowning when Bacon and Biscuit jogged up to me, but there was no sign of Bryn.
