Page 76 of Puck Drop
My stomach is in knots as I wonder about the seriousness of the accident Sebastian was in. I am also worried about the players on the Sliders team. I know some of them, they are all great people, and I’d hate to learn they got seriously hurt.
Even though Leyla has to go, she does take the time to talk to me for a few more minutes. She asks me how I am and whether I am happy. She sounds very sincere when she tells me that she’s glad things are working out between me and Logan.
By the time we hang up, I feel like I could give her a hug if she were standing in front of me. But once she disconnects the call, I look around in a panic, realizing that if I have Logan’s phone, there’s no way for me to get a hold of him. Who leaves their house without making sure they have the cell phone on their person?
I walk out of the bedroom as if in a daze, with nothing better to do than wait for him to get home from the store. Hopefully, it won’t be much longer. This is when I remember that I left Mona waiting on my phone because I never anticipated I’d be gone long.
Expecting to find my phone melted in the hot summer sun, I am not surprised when I only find that the battery is dead. I pick it up and walk back inside the house to plug it in. Since I can’t stay still, I go back outside to pick everything up. I am getting in with a handful of towels and two empty glasses, when I hear the door opening, then closing. I drop the towels to the floor and place the glasses next to them, then take off in a run.
“Logan!”
He grins the second he spots me heading his way. “Hey, babe, sorry it took me a while. I couldn’t remember if you liked pineapple or not, then I couldn’t find the juice I like. Then, I got pissed as fuck because I realized that I’d left my phone at home, so I couldn’t even call you to ask about anything.”
I remain standing in the entrance to the kitchen, and he finally catches on that something might not be right.
“Is everything okay?”
I shake my head in an effort to stop the tears from running. “No,” I manage to choke out.
Logans instantly drops the grocery bags he’s holding before rushing to my side. “What’s wrong?”
I stare at him, unsure of how to even tell him that his friend is in serious trouble.
“Leyla just called…”
He frowns at me. “Leyla who?”
“From the Sliders’ PR,” I explain. “She kept on calling your phone, and I answered, thinking that it might be important.”
“I don’t care that you answered my phone, babe,” Logan tells me with just a hint of annoyance in his tone. “What did Leyla say? Is this something to do with your father?”
I wipe at my cheeks. “No, I thought the same, but no.” The words are lodged in the back of my throat, mostly because I am scared to say them out loud. “There was a really bad accident in New York, and some of the Sliders were involved.”
Logan’s face looks stricken with shock. “Fuck. A bad accident?”
“I think so,” I speak through my tears. “And I’m so sorry, Logan, but…”
Now I have to give him the even worse news.
“Sebastian was with them… And it’s not good for him…”
Logan takes a step back. “Are you fucking serious?”
I nod in confirmation, hating that I have to be the bearer of bad news.
Logan turns on his heels and looks around frantically. “Where’s my phone?”
I point toward the kitchen counter where I walked with it from the bedroom. He runs to it and starts tapping on the screen.
“When did this happen?” he asks. “He texted me only a few hours ago!” He turns the phone over to show me.
My shoulders sag in defeat. “I have no idea. Please call Leyla. She wanted to talk to you about it.”
Logan already has the phone to his ear, ready to find out more about his friend. I pray that whatever they tell him won’t be as bad as Leyla made it sound.
“Leyla, this is Logan Mantei,” he snaps into the phone as soon as his call is answered.
He listens for the longest time, once in a while asking short questions.
