Page 21 of The Captain's Curfew
His brow twitches.“A what?”
I grin.“You know.A gym pic, shirtless mirror selfie, something to make the fangirls swoon.”
He staresat me like I’ve lost my mind.
Which, fine, maybe I have a little, because now I’mpicturing it.Logan, fresh from a workout, sweat on his skin, muscles tight and?—
Nope.
Not going there.
“But you have the apps on your phone?”I remind him.
He shrugs.“The marketing team did that.”
“So…”
Logan exhales sharply.“Take it down.”
I clutch my chest.“Oh, Captain.You wound me.”
“Violet.”
“I can’t take it down.”I shake my head.“Engagement isthrough the roof.Fans are obsessed with you.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose.“Jesus.”
“You’re kind of a fan favorite, actually,” I say, scrolling through the replies.“‘Hockey’s Hottest Grump’ is trending.”
“What?”
I turn my phone so he can see the comments.
@MapleCreekFanGirl:Broody hockey captain?SIGN ME UP
@HockeyLover23:We need more Logan content ASAP.Does he do the angry stick flex?
@ThunderObsessed:Please tell me he’s single
His eyes flickup to mine, slow and lethal.
I swallow hard.
“Take.It.Down.”
I press my lips together.“You’resodramatic.”
He steps closer, and the space between us suddenly shrinks.
He’stoo close—all heat and tension, his broad frame towering over mine.
I try to pretend like it doesn’t affect me.That my heart isn’tbeating out of my chest.That I don’twanthim to do something reckless.
His gaze drops to my lips.Just for a second.
Barely noticeable.
But I notice.
