Page 54 of Puck Struck
My phone buzzes again. A new unknown number. A text with an image attachment.
I open it, heart jumping into my throat.
It's a photo of our kiss. Me and Cam, in the empty rink, his body pressed against mine. The text beneath it chills my fucking blood.
I warned Connor what would happen if he didn't cooperate. Now I'm warning you. Back off, or this goes public. You have more to lose than he does.
My first instinct is to block this number too. But I save it, instead. Evidence, like Mike said. Then I forward the text to my email, take a screenshot, document everything.
This isn't over. Not by a long shot. But now I have a plan, or at least the beginnings of one.
When Cam arrives, I'll lay it all out. The threat to me. The threat to him. The threat to my career and his. And how we're going to face it together, because there's no other option now.
James has made sure of that.
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Some lies becometruth if you live them long enough. At least, that's what I tell myself every time I sign autographs as Cam Foster, smiling for the cameras, pretending Connor never existed.
Fucking hell. I did everything to bury my past, but deep down, I think I always knew it was gonna come back to bite me.
I've barely slept since Logan left my apartment last night. My brain keeps replaying the moment, his stony face, tight jaw, eyes burning into my soul. I unleashed my deepest, darkest secret, and he didn't run. Not completely, anyway.
I trudge to the conference room for the team meeting, my shoulders tight, my insides flooded with impending dread.
Team meetings usually mean trouble. The topics are usually upcoming trades, a need for disciplinary action, or damage control for someone's fuckup going public. And I've got plenty of fuel for that fire.
But before I can get to the room, Keating suddenly pops out of the shadows and grabs my arm.
"Headed to the team meeting, Foster?"
I shake off his arm, my teeth gritted.
"Or should I say Connor?"
My hands freeze on my bag. "What do you want, Keating?"
"Funny thing," he says, stroking his chin. "I got another call from your friend last night. James, right? Said something about Shaw knowing your little secret now."
I turn slowly. "And?"
"And I'm curious why our team veteran is suddenly involved in your drama." Keating crosses his arms, his eyes glittering with malice. "Makes a guy wonder what else Shaw knows."
The threat hangs in the air between us.
"What did James tell you?" I ask, keeping my voice steady.
"Just that Shaw's in on it now. That things are getting interesting." He moves closer, his eyes glinting with malice. "Is that true?"
"Why would James tell you anything?"
"Because we have a common interest," Keating continues, his voice dropping. "Getting you off this team."
The bluntness of it almost makes me laugh.Almost."At least you're honest about it."
"More honest than you've been." His eyes narrow. "What does Shaw know that the rest of us don't?"
