LOGAN
The silence that followed my father’s declaration was enough to wrap around my throat and choke me. I stood there for a beat too long, fingers curled tightly into fists at my sides, jaw locked, teeth clenched. My body felt stiff, like it had been plunged into ice water.
“You want me to what?” I said slowly. “Take over your company? That’s what this is about?”
He looked amused. That goddamn, tired amusement he always wore like some ancient crown he refused to take off. “Don’t look so surprised, son. You’re not exactly the first person I thought of, but I figured since you’re already floating around doing that… hockey thing, this could give you some real direction.”
My nostrils flared. “That hockey thing?”
“Yes. The ice-skating puck game or whatever it is.” He gave a dismissive f
