Page 19 of The Captain's Curfew
His jaw clenches.“Because my phone has been buzzing non-stop, CJ sent me a‘Congrats on your internet boyfriend era’text, and Declan called me laughing so hard he couldn’t get words out.”
I wince.“Okay, so… Imighthave posted a little video.”
His eyes narrow.“Define ‘little.’”
I slowly slide my phone across the counter.
Logan picks it up, brows drawing together as he watches the clip.I brace myself for impact, expecting him to blow up, to lecture me about professionalism or privacy, or whatever else he can use to justify his grumpiness.
Instead, he stares at the screen, expression unreadable.
Finally, he exhales.“Violet.”
“Yeah?”
“This hastwo hundred thousandviews.”
I blink.“Wait… what?”
I snatch my phone back, refreshing the page.Sure enough, the numbers have doubled since I last checked.Comments are pouring in at an alarming rate, and—oh God—someone made a Logan Carter fan account.
I bite my lip.“Okay, so… technically, this is good publicity?”
Logan gives me a flat look.“Violet.”
“I mean, come on!The fans are engaged!Theyloveyou!”
His jaw tics.“They ‘love’ me?”
“Well… in agrumpy, broody, hockey boyfriend fantasykind of way, yes.”
He groans, rubbing a hand over his face.“I hate this.”
I grin.“Youhatethat people think you’re hot?”
His glare could cut glass.“Take it down.”
I sigh dramatically.“Iwould, but I can’t ignore the fans, Logan.Theydemandcontent.”
He scowls.“They demand content?”
“Mm-hmm.Look.”I scroll through the comments.“They want behind-the-scenes footage, more candid Logan moments, maybe a?—”
I trail off as a new wave of notifications pops up.
Trending topics: #CaptainCarter.#HockeysGrumpiestGrump.#SlowBurn.#EnemiesToLovers
My stomach drops.
Oh,hellno.
I turn my phone toward him.“Uh… we might have a problem.”
He reads the hashtags, his expression shifting from irritation to somethingmuch worse.
Horror.
“No,” he says immediately.
