Page 15 of The Captain's Curfew
Is that all I am?
I shake it off and head into the meeting, determination burning in my veins.I’m here to do a job, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone—including Logan Carter—make me feel like I don’t deserve it.
That night, I’m sitting at the kitchen counter, reviewing analytics from my post earlier, when Logan storms in, looking like he’s seconds away from strangling me.
I take a sip of my tea and glance up at him.“Problem, Captain?”
He glares.“The poll.Take it down.”
I arch a brow.“Why?It’s good engagement.”
“I don’t need ‘engagement.’”
“Well, the fans love it.”
He runs a hand down his face.“Violet.”
“Logan.”
His jaw tics.“You can’t post things like that without running them by me.”
“Technically, I can.It’s my job.”
He exhales sharply, staring at me like I’m the bane of his existence.
I grin.“I hope you’re ready for tomorrow.”
He narrows his eyes.“What’s tomorrow?”
I tap my phone screen, showing him my next idea.
Meet the Maple Creek Thunder’s biggest softie.
I attach a photo of CJ hugging a stray puppy at an event last season.
Logan stares at it, then at me.“You’re relentless.”
I flash him a bright smile.“And you’re stuck with me.”
He groans, rubbing a hand over his face.“This is going to be a long season.”
I sip my tea, victorious.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
FIVE
Logan
I’ve faced some of the toughest opponents in the league.I’ve taken bone-crushing hits, fought through injuries, and pushed myself past exhaustion to lead this team.
None of that compares to dealing with Violet Hayes.
She’s been in my space for days now, and my patience is fraying.She’s everywhere—singing in the kitchen, stealing my hoodies, turning my team into a damn reality show for the internet.And worst of all?I don’t hate it.
I should.I should be losing my mind and demanding Declan find her a new place immediately.Instead, I find myself looking for her when I get home, listening for her laugh, watching her out of the corner of my eye like some idiot rookie with a crush.
I don’t have a crush.
