Page 7 of The Captain's Curfew
I pull up one of the clips I recorded at a family BBQ years ago.It’s Logan reluctantly playing cornhole with Declan, scowling the entire time—until I catch him smiling when he thinks no one’s looking.
It’s perfect.
I grin as I start to edit.
Let’s give the fans something to talk about.
At 3:59, my phone buzzes.
Logan: Outside.
Of course he is.
I grab my bag and hurry out, sliding into his truck with a grin.“You’re punctual.”
He grunts.
I take that as a win.
On the way home, I try not to fidget.I’m used to making conversation, to filling silence.Logan...not so much.
So, I talk about my day.About the video.
“I found this old clip of you playing cornhole.It’s gold.I think I’m going to post it tomorrow.You look like a tortured soul.”
His jaw flexes.“Don’t post anything of me without approval.”
“Relax, Captain.It’s cute.”
“I’m not here to be cute.”
I smirk.“Tell that to your fan club.”
He shoots me a look, but his cheeks are...flushed?
Interesting.Very interesting.
That night, I sit on the couch editing more clips.Logan walks by and pauses when he sees one of himself on screen.
“Where’d you get that?”
“Team archives.I have a gift for finding the good stuff.”
He watches for a second.It’s a shot of him helping a little kid tie their skate laces at a fan event.
His face softens.
Then he walks away, but he doesn’t tell me to delete it.
I think that’s his version of approval.
Maybe this season will be more interesting than either of us expected.
THREE
Logan
This was a mistake.
