A faint, precise smile forming.
“And makes it dangerous.”
He steps into the hallway, disappearing into shadow.
Because now—
It’s not about making Scout Fallon hesitate.
It’s about making Logan Carter choose.
And when he does—
Something will break.
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Logan
Idon’t ask.
That’s the first thing.
Because if I ask, she’ll give me a controlled answer.
Measured.
Reasonable.
And I’m not interested in reasonable right now.
“Come on,” I say quietly.
Scout looks up from the table, eyes sharp, still in it, still tracking everything like she hasn’t just spent the last hour holding herself together against something she can’t fully see.
“I’m fine,” she says.
Of course she does.
I hold her gaze.
“I know.”
A beat.
“But you’re done for tonight.”
Her chin lifts slightly.
That spark again.
“I don’t—”
“You do.”
Not harsh.
Not forceful.
