Logan's as sexy as ever, even with an annoyed glower on his face. "Why are you here?"
Amazing welcome. Why am I here? I wasn't expecting him to be so unenthused by my presence.
"I wanted to thank you for saving my life."
He waves it off. "You would have been fine. It wasn't as bad as it looked." But his eyes flick upward, behind me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I can see the gleam of a camera in the corner of the room.
Oh.
"Still. I felt like it was only right to thank you."
"Consider me thanked."
Logan's dismissive attitude catches me off guard. This isn't the man I remember from our heated encounter or even the one who lectured me about morality. His eyes, once warm and inviting, are chilly.
"Logan, I—"
"Is there anything else, Ms. d'Armand?" His tone is clipped, professional. Too professional.
