Logan
I had always been good at keeping parts of my life separate.
Hockey stayed at the arena.
Sponsors received the polished version of me.
Reporters received the version Derek approved.
Women received whatever version made them feel special enough to stop asking questions.
The problem began when those separate lives touched each other.
Allie had discovered that first.
Now I was managing two games at once, and both required patience.
My main phone rested on the kitchen counter with messages from the team, my coach, and Derek filling the screen. The second phone remained in my hand.
Missy’s latest message was still open.
MISSY: My brother cannot know I’m meeting you there.
I read it again.
Then smiled.
She had given me exactly what I needed without realizing it.
A secret fro
