Page 249 of Sin Bin

“Me?”

“Yes, you! You can promote your company’s community fair and discuss the care bags that will be distributed to local foster children.”

“Hmm.” Meadow contemplated the idea. “It would be a great opportunity to help spread awareness about the practice of foster youth carrying their belongings in trash bags. And my boss would definitely appreciate the publicity—”

“Then it’s settled! You’re coming on the show!”

“But I’m your niece,” Meadow argued. “Aren’t you worried about accusations of nepotism?”

Rosalie waved off the concern. “I don’t care about that. If you have an important message to share, you deserve to be heard regardless of who you’re related to.” She beamed. “My executive producer says if our ratings are good after six months, the show will be expanded to a daily format and will replace one of the legacy newscasts on the main channel.”

Meadow grinned. “You’re gonna be the next Oprah.”

Rosalie laughed. “From your lips to God’s ears!”

A horn honked outside.

“That’s my driver. Gotta run.” Rosalie hugged Meadow and made her promise to text updates on Cam’s hockey tryouts. Then she hustled out the door, calling for her son so she could kiss him goodbye.

After seeing her aunt off, Meadow returned to her room to grab her handbag. When her phone buzzed on the nightstand, she smiled and grabbed it, thinking Logan might be calling to say he was on his way.

But it wasn’t him. Unknown Number appeared on the screen.

“Hello?” she answered cautiously.

She could hear breathing on the other end, but no one spoke.

“Hello?” she repeated.

Still no answer. Just breathing.

A chill slid down her spine. “Who is this?”

There was a soft click and the line went dead.

She swallowed uneasily. Probably just a wrong number, she told herself. But her nerves were on edge and goose bumps peppered her skin.

“Logan’s here!” Cam squealed excitedly, racing past her room.

She took a calming breath, stuffed her phone in her handbag and went to answer the door. Of course Cam had already beaten her to it.

Smiling, she watched as Logan scooped the boy up and swung him around, making him peal with delighted laughter.

Grinning affectionately, Logan set Cam down and ruffled his curly hair. “Look at you in your hockey gear. You look ready for battle.”

“I am!” Cam crowed.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Logan slapped him a high five and grinned before his gaze landed on Meadow.

“Hey,” she said with a shy smile.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He pulled her close and kissed her soundly, drawing giggles from Cameron. When he playfully squeezed her bottom, she laughed and pulled away, wagging her finger at him.

“Not in front of the little one.”

He grinned like a mischievous schoolboy. He looked yummy as usual in a long-sleeved white shirt that hugged his chest, a pair of blue jeans and heavy black boots. A Toronto Blue Jays baseball cap was pulled low over his eyes.

“I hope this isn’t your idea of a disguise,” Meadow teased, reaching up to flick the bill of his hat. “Because it’s about as effective as those ‘nerd’ glasses you wore to the cocktail reception.”

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