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“Dude, what the f**k are you doing?” Logan snapped through the phone.
He’d been trying to call me all night, but I’d spent the majority of it going through Hadley’s file and researching everything about her on the web, including her NHL star boyfriend. I hadn’t bothered to look at her file beforehand, as I’d been too pissed about the assignment. I shouldn’t have let my anger cloud my judgment. The more I learned about her, the stupider I felt. Thankfully, her phone acted like a beacon. I would’ve found her without it anyway. It turned out she picked the hotel Jerrod’s mother worked at, so it was easy to reserve the room adjoining hers. The hotels were vacant this time of year.
“Are you even listening to me?” he roared.
I glanced at the picture I had pulled up on my laptop. It
