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“For how long?”

She swallowed around the tightness in her throat. “For a while.”

She needed to get her stuff from Logan’s place, but she didn’t want to risk running into him. She’d have to wait until he left for Las Vegas on Wednesday. The Rebels were playing the Golden Knights in the conference final. Vegas had home-ice advantage because they had a better regular season record than the Rebels, so they were hosting the first two games.

“I like it when you stay with us,” Cam told her. “But Logan’s gonna be sad.”

Her heart twisted painfully. That makes two of us.

Chapter Forty-Six

LOGAN

Logan felt like a certified stalker as he sat in his truck outside Meadow’s workplace, chewing on his thumbnail as he waited for her to emerge on her lunch break.

He’d been camped out there since just before eleven on Tuesday morning. His phone had been buzzing and pinging like crazy with incoming calls and texts from Hunter, Coach, his agent and Santino. He’d skipped practice that morning, so he knew there would be hell to pay. But he didn’t give a damn.

His radio was tuned to 92.5 FM, a Denver sports station that covered hockey. The broadcasters were discussing the upcoming conference finals, but he didn’t hear a word of their predictions or banter. His hawk-like focus was on the front entrance of the building. Seeing Meadow walk out those doors was the only thing that mattered right now.

He hadn’t slept in two days, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d tasted food. Meadow had changed her phone number and blocked him on social media. He didn’t want to show up at her aunt’s house and make a scene that would upset Cameron. But he needed to talk to her and plead his case, make her see reason.

And he was getting desperate.

When Meadow finally emerged from the building, his heart jackknifed into his throat.

Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and she had on a slim-fitting skirt suit with the highest heels he’d ever seen her wearing. She looked sleek, icy and untouchable. Nothing like his Jupiter.

She’s not yours anymore, a voice taunted cruelly. You fucked that up big time.

Disregarding the gut-wrenching reminder, he climbed out of his truck and started toward the building.

Meadow froze on the spot when she saw him.

He stared at her, half afraid that she would run back inside and call security. He really wasn’t in the mood to get arrested. But he wasn’t leaving until she heard him out.

Reaching the bottom of the steps, he watched as she looked down at the ground, shook her head and muttered something like, “Not today, Satan.”

Logan swallowed nervously. This was going to be even harder than he’d feared if she thought the devil had sent him.

As she started down the steps, he couldn’t help admiring the way her skirt clung to her shapely hips and thighs.

He stepped forward. “Can we talk?”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Jupiter, please—”

“Don’t call me that.” Her voice was sharp as broken glass, cutting him deep. “What are you doing here? I told you to leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

“You have to. We’re over.”

His heart twisted at her words. “Please—”

A few guys trickled out of the building, laughing and joking around.

“Hey, isn’t that Logan Brassard?” one of them exclaimed.

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