Garrett scored a goal, the crowd exploded, and for a moment, Grace let herself focus on the game.
But then she saw Logan's face.
One side was already black and blue, his jaw slightly swollen.
She winced.
"Jesus," Allie muttered, noticing too. "That hit was brutal."
"At least he got some good punches in," Sabrina added. "That other guy looks just as bad."
Grace stayed silent, her fingers clenching the fabric of Logan's jersey.
Daisy gave her a curious glance, but she didn't say anything.
Not yet.
The opposing team had won, but Grace didn't care about the score.
All she cared about was seeing Logan.
The locker room door swung open, and Logan stepped out, his body aching from the game, his knuckles raw, his jaw sore from the impact of the fight. His cheek was already bruised, his s
