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He listened to his father’s footsteps walking away, crossing the wood floor and opening the front door. He felt him pause and look back, but Logan didn’t turn around.

Finally his father walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

In one sudden violent motion, Logan flung out his arm and swept everything off the table. Glass shattered on the floor.

With a hoarse roar of fury, he upended the table with a loud crash.

Fury unsated, he leaped over the table and picked up a chair, hurling it against the wall with such force that it punched a hole in the plaster.

He was consumed with rage. The kind of blind rage that made him want to draw blood and break bones. As his pent-up demons surged inside him and took possession, he tore through the room like a cyclone. He felt completely out of control, a slave to his primal fury and pain.

When the raging storm was finally over, he looked at the destruction around him, his breathing loud and harsh in the sudden silence.

His knees gave way and he crumpled to the floor, dropping his head into his hands. He broke down, his anguished sobs deepening into gut-wrenching howls.

At the core of him, he knew he wasn’t only mourning the death of his mother.

He was mourning the death of hope.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

MEADOW

Meadow was distracted during new employee orientation. Distracted and worried.

It had been several hours since she’d heard from Logan. He’d texted her after practice, then went radio silent. She’d tried to reach him during her breaks, but he wasn’t answering his phone or responding to her texts.

She told herself he was probably busy running errands, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

Once orientation was over, she didn’t stick around to socialize with her fellow new employees. She’d spent the day getting to know them through team-building exercises. So when the clock hit three, she said her goodbyes and hurried to her car, where she pulled up Google Maps to help her navigate her way back to Logan’s penthouse.

To her dismay, the app hadn’t stored his address, and she’d totally forgotten to save it to her phone. She didn’t remember how to get to his place. She was really bad at directions, so she knew she’d get lost if she tried to find her way back on her own.

Trying not to freak out, she called Nadia to see if Logan might be with Reid or Viggo.

“No, they’re at the barber,” Nadia told her. “They go on Tuesdays. Hunter and Logan go on Thursdays.” She laughed. “Hockey players are creatures of habit.”

Meadow forced a chuckle from her dry throat.

Nadia must have sensed her distress. “Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know,” Meadow admitted. “I can’t reach Logan, and I’m starting to get worried.”

“He might be with Hunter. Let me get his number from Reid and text it to you.”

“Thanks, Nadia.”

“No problem. I’m heading out to a college fair, but can you text me when you get in touch with Logan?”

“I will.” Meadow thanked her again and hung up. As soon as she received Hunter’s number, she called him.

His deep voice answered on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hi, Hunter. This is Meadow.”

“Hey, Meadow,” he said warmly. “How’s it going?”

“Good.” She bit her bottom lip. “Sorry to bother you—”

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