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“Very costly,” Number Three agreed. “The Rebels need all their big guns firing right now, so Brassard’s absence really hurt them last night. I’m still not even sure why he was so riled up. The ref clearly made the right call. It’s not even up for debate.”

“Someone better tell that to Brassard. He’s a superstar in this league. He plays with a lot of intensity and emotion. But that doesn’t give him a pass for making boneheaded—”

Logan punched the button on the remote, switching the channel to CNN. He wasn’t in the mood to be raked over the fucking coals. He’d gotten enough of that last night.

Scowling, he began yanking ingredients out of the fridge and slamming them on the counter. Truthfully, he was madder at himself than anyone else because he knew he’d fucked up. He’d lost his temper and let his team down, and there was no excuse for that. He knew how high the stakes were. With the Predators breathing down their necks, every game counted. Now wasn’t the time to lose focus.

Now wasn’t the time to give in to old demons.

While the CNN anchor droned on in the background, he whipped up some breakfast. When the food was ready, he sat on a stool at the center island and ate while aimlessly scrolling through his Twitter feed.

His thoughts kept straying back to Jupiter. He wondered if she was awake. He wondered if she’d thought about him as much as he’d been thinking about her. He wondered—

Ah, fuck it.

Before he could stop himself, he pulled up her number and hit the call button.

Chapter Seven

MEADOW

She was in the shower when her phone rang on the bathroom counter.

Thinking it might be Gamenetic, she scrambled out of the glass stall, her wet feet slipping on the tiles as she rushed to snatch up the phone. One look at the display screen dashed her hope—and quadrupled her heart rate.

Logan was calling.

Not Gamenetic.

Logan.

Taking a deep breath to calm her fluttering pulse, she pressed the answer button. “Hey.”

“Hey.” That smoky dark voice rumbled in her ear, making her shiver. “Hope I didn’t wake you?”

“No, I’m up. Just got out of the shower.”

Silence echoed on the other end.

Her eyes narrowed. Was he picturing her naked?

Wedging the phone between her shoulder and ear, she grabbed a fluffy yellow towel and wrapped it around her dripping body.

“Hello?” she prompted when Logan still hadn’t spoken.

“I’m here.” He cleared his throat. “So, uh, are you going somewhere?”

“My aunt’s taking me sightseeing.”

“Yeah? That should be fun. Denver’s a really cool place.”

Meadow smiled. “I like what I’ve seen so far.”

“That’s good since you’ll be moving here soon.”

“You don’t know that,” she laughed, plucking off her shower cap. “Anyway, what’re you doing calling me? Shouldn’t you be on your way to practice or something?”

“Not for another half hour.” There was a lazy smile in his voice. “You still in the bathroom?”

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