Chapter 102

We reached the top of the steps, the breeze carrying hints of sea salt and grilled fish. I spotted Logan immediately. He sat at a corner table under a wide umbrella, his laptop open, fingers moving across the keyboard. His sunglasses were perched on his nose, and his expression was unreadable—calm, cold, a little intimidating if you didn’t know him. Most people would hesitate to approach him like that. But not this woman. She sat across from him—uninvited, from the looks of it. She was beautiful, that much I had to admit. Long dark hair, soft waves over one shoulder. Her green sundress clung to her perfectly, and her lipstick was the color of ripe berries. She leaned forward as she spoke, elbows on the table, her posture relaxed and suggestive. One leg casually reached beneath the table… brushing against Logan’s. He didn’t move. Didn’t even glance up. Just kept typing. Lily whispered, tugging my arm. “Who’s that lady?” “I don’t know,” I said honestly. And I didn’t. But something about