With Arnon.
The lying sack of an assistant.
I knew that asshole was bad news. Jeremy never said anything bad about Arnon, but then again, he was too busy expediting the sale so he could retire to a yacht in the Caribbean.
My mind keeps circling back.
What happened in that club for him to look guilty?
Shit.
A thought slams into me.
What if he was so open yesterday not because he was ready to talk… but because he felt guilty?
Oh God.
I slowly turn my head to stare at the side of his face.
From the outside, he looks the same. The same beard. The same dark hair. His eyes may not look at me like I’m his entire world anymore, but they’re still the same shade of brown I fell in love with.
He’s attractive.
I know it.
And everyone else knows it too.
It’s not just his looks though. Logan has this kind of quiet charm that pulls people in, strangers, fellow parents, clients.
Women hit on him.
A lot.
Often while I’m standing right next to him.
I’ve never had a reason to doubt him before.
Not even with Lenore.
Once my anger settled and I had time to think, I knew he’d been telling the truth about her.
But what if he decided to get even?
What if he did exactly what I did?
My stomach twists.
What would I do then?
“What?” he asks, glancing at me, his brows lifting slightly.
“Nothing,” I say quickly, shaking my head.
Logan
Jess keeps looking at me like I’m a puzzle she’s trying to solve.
I don’t know what it is.
