#Chapter 142: Lower Costs Increase Profits

I can’t. Two simple little words that echoed in my heart. Logan wanted me, of that I was sure with 100% certainty. So why this hesitation? “Is something wrong?” I asked. He’d been acting strangely since our dance, when I had first suggested intimacy tonight. Since then, he’d been moving like a zombie, nodding and grunting at the appropriate spots in conversation, but otherwise was completely detached. He had returned to himself now. I could see in the way he blinked and his eyes cleared. “You aren’t my mistress,” Logan said. My blood turned cold. “I’m your wife,” I reminded him. Logan sighed and pushed his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. I’d seen this look before, so I knew that he was pulling back, away from me. “I’d thought we were past this,” I said. “When we called off the divorce, I thought things would be different.” Logan glanced behind him down the empty hallway, as if he was worried someone would overhear. It shouldn’t – I knew what we were and the s