Page 206 of Sin Bin

“You’re not bothering me. What’s up?”

“Um, is Logan with you, by any chance?”

“No, I haven’t seen him since practice this morning.” A note of concern crept into Hunter’s voice. “What’s going on?”

“I’ve been calling him, but he’s not answering the phone. I was hoping you might know where he is. I’m staying with him, but…” Feeling like a complete ditz, she explained the issue with Google Maps. “I’m such an idiot for not saving his address.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hunter reassured her. “I was just on my way home. Where are you?”

“A place called Venue 221.”

“I know where that is. I’ll swing by so you can follow me to Logan’s.”

“Okay,” she said gratefully. “Thank you so much, Hunter.”

“No problem. I’ll be right there.”

He arrived within minutes in a gleaming silver Mercedes-Maybach S560. He pulled into the empty spot beside her and buzzed down his window. “Hey, Meadow.”

“Hey, Hunter,” she said almost shyly. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“It’s all good.” He slid off his sunglasses, those piercing green eyes searching her face. “You okay?”

“I’ll feel better when I see Logan. I don’t know why he’s not picking up.”

Hunter looked grim. “I tried him a few times, too.”

Meadow’s apprehension grew. “He was in such a good mood this morning. He was playful and laughing and making dinner plans….” She trailed off with a hard swallow. “I think something must have happened.”

Hunter frowned and shoved his sunglasses back on. “Let’s head over there.”

She followed him to Logan’s place, every muscle in her body strung tight. She wouldn’t take an easy breath until she knew Logan was safe and sound.

The gated underground parking garage was manned by two guards checking IDs and penthouse numbers. They weren’t the same guys who’d been on duty when she left that morning. They grinned deferentially at Hunter and exchanged some lighthearted banter. After he told them Meadow was with him, they waved her through with big smiles.

Her stomach knotted when she saw all four of Logan’s vehicles in his carport. If he was home and not answering his phone, that couldn’t be a good sign.

She and Hunter parked their cars and headed to the elevator, where he used a special keycard to access Logan’s floor.

“Good thing you came with me,” she joked nervously. “This place has tighter security than the Pentagon.”

Hunter smiled faintly. “I insisted on having my own key.”

That piqued her curiosity. “Why?”

He watched the numbers light up above the elevator doors. “Let’s just say this won’t be my first time paying Logan a house call.”

Meadow stared up at him. “Does this happen often? Him going incommunicado?”

Hunter seemed reluctant to answer the question. “It happens often enough.” He looked down at her, his expression softening. “You get used to it.”

She swallowed tightly as her boss’s words echoed through her mind. Logan’s massively talented, but he can be volatile and unpredictable at times.

She and Hunter rode the elevator to the top level and got off. Logan’s penthouse occupied the entire south side of the twentieth floor. He shared a small lobby with the other penthouse unit. She was tempted to knock on his neighbor’s door to ask if he’d seen Logan. But the guy—some corporate tycoon—traveled a lot on business and was seldom home.

“Maybe I should go in first and check things out,” Hunter suggested.

“No.” When Meadow’s voice came out sharper than intended, she gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry. I’m just…on edge.”

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