"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing!" My thumb hits the power button on my phone without even thinking about it, heat rising to my cheeks as I glance at Logan.
His brows arch in silent doubt as he takes a steep curve without batting an eyelash. "It doesn't seem like it was nothing. Why are you blushing?"
"I'm not. I'm just hot in here." Sliding my phone into my pocket, I do my best to ignore the contents of Penelope's text.
"Hmm," he says, sounding a lot like he doesn't believes me. "You know I can always pull your text records, right?"
His tone is teasing, but I flinch at the reminder of our awkward situation.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just not a good feeling to think about how you're supposed to be making sure I didn't murder Scott."
Logan sighs. "Reframe the situation in your head, Nicole. I'm investigating his murderer. You aren't his murderer."
"I know. It's just…"
