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Crossing The Blue Line: His Forbidden Puck Bunny You're showing.
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONERILEY'S POVFour days. That's how long I had let his voicemail sit unanswered, I hovered my thumb over his name every time I opened my phone and never once pressing the call button.Last night, whileI was lying awake at three in the morning, I finally admitted the truth to myself. I wasn't waiting for him to explain anymore. I was tired of waiting, period.If he wasn't going to tell me the truth, I would go and find it myself.I opened my laptop at Maya's kitchen table and typed "Eli Ford marriage record" into a public records search site. I reached a few dead ends at first.But later on I found a filing reference number and a county name two states over. It didn’t have enough detail online to confirm anything solid so I needed to go in person.The county records office was smaller than I expected when I arrived. It had fluorescent lighting, a line of exactly two people ahead of me, and a clerk behind the counter who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else on ear
Crossing The Blue Line: His Forbidden Puck Bunny I need a new face.
CHAPTER SIXTYSCARLETT'S POVLogan: I'm not wiring anything to a number I can't verify. If you want the money, we can meet in person. You name the place.I read it three times before it fully registered in my mind.In person? He wanted to actually see me, or whoever he thought was on the other end of this line, face to face.My stomach dropped straight through the floor of my apartment.I typed a response quickly. That’s not how this works.But I deleted it. I started typing again. I’ll take a wire transfer only.I ended up deleting that too. It sounded too weak and obviously dodging the request. If I refused outright, he'd start questioning whether the threat was even real, whether the whole thing had been a bluff he could just ignore. And I couldn't afford that. Not after everything I'd built with him, the trust, the dependency, all of it collapsing the second he decided I was disposable to him too.I needed to stay in control of this. I needed to not react to his terms and set my
Crossing The Blue Line: His Forbidden Puck Bunny I can't do business with I can't see.
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINELOGAN'S POVI called the bank first thing, sitting at the kitchen table with a legal pad in front of me, trying to do math I didn't have the stomach for."First National, this is Miranda, how can I help you today?""Hi, Miranda. I need to liquidate some investment accounts. Very quickly, if possible.""Sure, I can help with that. Can I get your account number?"I read it off, and she typed for a moment. "Okay, I've got you pulled up. It looks like you've got two mutual fund accounts and a brokerage account here. What's the timeline you're looking at?""As fast as humanly possible. Like, say within three days.""Three days." She paused. "Sheesh, that's going to be tight. The mutual funds have a standard settlement period, it’s usually two to three business days after we initiate the sale, and then another two to three days for the funds to actually clear into your checking account.""So that's more than three days total.""Realistically, yes. It’s even closer to five
Crossing The Blue Line: His Forbidden Puck Bunny I can't get into that right now.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHTJAX'S POVI woke up on my own couch the next morning, my neck had gone stiff, and I was still fully dressed from the night before.Mara was gone. A note sat folded on the coffee table where she must have left it before letting herself out.I didn't want to wake you. We'll talk soon about Elias, I mean the arrangements and all of it. Take care of yourself. -MI sat there staring at it for longer than I probably should have, the aching in my ribs was nothing compared to the ache sitting deeper in my chest.I was still trying to process that I had a son, that he existed, and that he had been asking about me for years while I had no idea any of it was happening. “Elias.” I said the name out loud once, quietly, just to hear how it sounded coming from me.I didn't have too much time to sit with it properly. Practice was meant to start in two hours, and the assistant coach's cover story only bought me so much runway.The rink was already rowdy with the usual pre-practice
Crossing The Blue Line: His Forbidden Puck Bunny Please, call me back.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVENRILEY'S POVI woke up staring at an unusual looking ceiling, and for one disoriented second, panic came up in my mind before I could recognize the place properly. It was Maya's guest room. Not the hospital or Logan's house. Small as it was, that alone felt like something close to relief.I found Maya in the kitchen already, with her hair thrown up in a messy bun, and an envelope covered in handwriting spread out on the counter in front of her."Morning," she said, not looking up. “You’re up. We got you back home before you woke up.” “Oh okay.” I said groggily. "Oh and, I made a list.""A list of what?""Foods you're actually allowed to eat now. I stayed up way too late researching pregnancy-safe stuff after the blood pressure thing."I walked over to her and peered over her shoulder. "This says no deli meat unless it's heated first.""Yep. It causes listeria risk apparently. Also apparently sushi is a whole ordeal now, which, honestly, is devastating news for yo
Crossing The Blue Line: His Forbidden Puck Bunny Unknown.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIXSCARLETT'S POVI hung up with Logan and sat there for a second with the phone still warm against my ear.He actually thanked me. Twice.I got up, crossed to the drawer where I kept the second phone, and pulled it out. I put in a different SIM to the phone, with no name attached to it anywhere, nothing that traced back to me if anyone ever went looking.I typed the message out slowly, choosing each word carefully.I want a wire transfer of $200,000. Account details to follow. You have 72 hours before I take this to the press instead.I read it twice before hitting send, watching the little delivered notification pop up a few seconds later.There. Now he had a number and a clock ticking down. Fear works better with specifics attached to it. Vague threats let people talk themselves into believing it might not be real. But the number? Oh, they make it real.I wasn't lying when I told him I had people who could trace it. I did. I just wasn't going to point them anywhe
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