Page 207 of Sin Bin

“I know,” he murmured. “Believe me, I understand.”

There was a panel next to Logan’s front door. Hunter keyed in a code and opened the door, blocking her view with his big body as he looked inside and hissed out an expletive.

“What is it?” Panicking, Meadow pushed her way past him and gasped in shock.

The living room looked like a hurricane—or an enraged madman—had blown through. Furniture and tables lay toppled, some of them smashed. Broken glass and lamps were strewn across the hardwood floors. Expensive artwork hung askew or rested against the walls where they’d fallen.

The place was completely trashed.

Hunter surveyed the wreckage and swore darkly under his breath.

“Logan?” Meadow called out in a shaky voice. She was afraid of what they would find. “Logan?”

There was no answer.

With rising panic, she headed down the hall toward the master bedroom suite. A few more paintings had been knocked down and he’d punched a hole in the wall. But most of the damage seemed confined to the living room.

She reached the bedroom door. “Logan?”

A low groan caught her ears. She looked in the direction of the sound and gasped when she saw Logan passed out in one corner, his head slumped back against the wall. Empty beer bottles littered the floor around him, and he was gripping an empty bottle of whiskey.

“Logan!” Heart in her throat, Meadow rushed across the suite and dropped to the floor beside him. The knuckles on his right hand were covered with dried blood, and he reeked of whiskey.

“Logan.” She urgently shook his shoulder. “Logan, can you hear me?”

His head lolled to the side with his ear resting on his shoulder. He was wearing a sleeveless white undershirt above the black sweatpants and Timbs he’d worn to practice.

She leaned in closer, stroking his hair. “Logan?”

Slowly those sooty lashes lifted to reveal bloodshot eyes that tried to focus on her face. “Jupiter?”

“Yes.” Tears glazed her eyes. “It’s me, baby. I’m here. What happened?”

Something dark flashed in his gaze. Something dark and haunted before he shut his eyes and drunkenly waved her off. “Go ’way.”

Her heart twisted in her chest. She shot a helpless look at Hunter as he crouched down beside her and lightly slapped Logan’s cheek.

“Wake up, man. Tell us what happened.”

Logan’s eyes slitted open and lifted to Hunter’s face. His full lips twisted up into an obscene grin as he raised his arm in mock salute and slurred, “Hola, capitán.”

Hunter frowned, grimly contemplating him. “You’d better have a damn good excuse for this fuckery, kid.”

Logan weakly flipped him the bird before his head slumped back down on his shoulder and his eyes closed.

Meadow caressed his cheek, feeling scared and helpless.

“I’ll get him to the bed.” Hunter took charge, tucking his shoulder under Logan’s arm and hefting him to his feet.

“Let me help,” Meadow offered.

“I can carry—”

“Please let me be useful.” Meadow went on the other side of Logan and wrapped her arm around his waist. Together she and Hunter began steering him across the suite, his arms slung around their shoulders.

“Holy crap,” Meadow puffed. “Maybe I should have let you carry him. He weighs a freaking ton.”

Logan mumbled nonsensically as his head drooped forward, his chin resting on his chest.

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