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“I mean, I do get that,” Fran says, looking away in thought a moment. “But what if one of his teammates just so happened to be the one?” She arches a brow.
My shoulders sag on a heavy exhale, a smile claiming my lips as I say, “One of his teammatesisthe one…”
“Oh. My. God!” Frank squeals again. “Tell me everything, like, immediately.” She claps her hands together, and as the waiter returns to the table with our order, she shoves her coffee aside and grins up at the man. “We’re going to need a bottle of champagne. Stat.”
“So much for no alcohol,” I quip.
She winks at me.
CHAPTER 35
LOGAN
“Where’d you get to last night, huh?” Happy sidles up next to me in the locker room after practice, shouldering me with a knowing smirk.
I cast a quick look around, breathing a relieved sigh to find the place Dallas-free.
“He’s in the showers.” Happy answers my unspoken question with a whisper.
“How was he after I left?” I ask, keeping my own voice down. “Did he seem sus?”
Happy makes a face. “I mean, he was asking if you two left together. But I just played dumb.” He shrugs.
“Man, I’m so screwed,” I groan, my head falling forward. I bang it against the top shelf of my cubby a couple of times for good measure.
“Do you really like this chick?”
“Yes,” I say through gritted teeth, glaring at him. “And quit calling her achick.”
Happy bites back a grin, hands held up in defense with a wry, “Sorry.”
I roll my eyes, ignoring him, grabbing my phone from my gym bag.
“Maybe you need to tell him…”
I heave a sigh knowing he’s right. And honestly, if it were just me, I would tell Dallas. Millie is worth way more than a punch in the face and a fine for breaching the bullshit player code of conduct. But it’s not just me. She made a promise to her brother, and until she’s ready to tell him the truth, then I can’t say a word. When the time comes, we’ll tell him together. And he can kick my ass if he needs to. That’s a beating I’ll gladly accept.
A smile claims my face when I see three new text messages on my phone, all from Millie. And man, I don’t know if it’s normal for your heart to skip a beat just from a notification on your phone, but the way she affects me is something else.
But before I can read her messages, my phone shudders in my hand with a phone call.
Treetops.
My heart that had skipped a beat literally seconds ago suddenly settles like lead in my chest, and I scramble to answer the call as quick as I can.
“This is Logan,” I answer, flashing Hap a look to tell him to give me some privacy which he thankfully obliges and turns, busying himself in his cubby.
“Hi, Logan, it’s Kathleen Munro from Treetops.”
“Hi.” My brows knit together.
“I tried calling your father, but I can’t get through, and there’s been a—” The manager of my mother’s assisted living home hesitates, and my heart stops as anger flames my skin at my father ignoring her calls knowing damn fucking straight he isn’t allowed to do that. “Your mother had an episode this morning. She was becoming violent to the staff and to the other residents, and she was harming herself. We’ve had to sedate her.”
On a trembling exhale, I close my eyes, trying so hard to placate my climbing anxiety, but it’s pointless, my heart already starting to race. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
It normally takes me a good hour to drive from Manhattan to Treetops, but today I make it in under forty-five minutes. Still dressed in my workout gear and running on empty, I don’t even lock my damn car as I race from the parking lot and up the tree-lined stone steps to the prestigious red brick building where my mom lives.
Pushing through the door, I’m panting for breath as I stop at the front desk, ringing the bell impatiently. An older lady I’ve never seen here before waddles out from the office, smiling kindly at me, and maybe I’m being a dick, but there’s no time for niceties.
