Chapter 4

The room went quiet for a few seconds.

Logan's face tightened. He set the folder down, picked up a warm towel, and slowly wiped his hands. The motion steadied him. Then he looked up at Garrett, eyes sharp, trying to see past that careless attitude.

"Logan Grant," he said evenly, a chill in his voice. "A friend of Ms. Morris. And you are?"

"A friend?" Garrett let out a short laugh. He pulled me closer, his arm tightening around me, leaving no doubt about how close we were. "What kind of friend? The kind who sends flowers and emails? Or…