#Chapter 57: Closed Distance

Logan The moment I stepped into the hallway outside the conference room, Emily’s posture shifted. Her spine straightened just a little too much, her gaze fixing on some invisible point ahead. She nodded to the staffer beside her with a tight, polite smile and turned like she hadn’t seen me at all. Except she had. We both knew it. She was getting good at pretending we hadn’t shared a dozen intimate moments. That she hadn’t bared her soul to me at Sanctuary and that I hadn’t nearly kissed her again. She was becoming an expert at shutting me out. And I had spent every second since she tore into me about my dinner comment replaying where I went wrong. And I was getting tired of giving her space and keeping my distance. “Emily,” I said, keeping my voice quiet enough not to draw attention. She paused, just enough to be polite. “I was hoping to catch you,” I added, walking up beside her. She glanced at me, cautiously. “I’ve got reports to review before midday,” she said