The photo was fuzzy, skewed with motion blur. Whoever had taken this photo, Logan most likely, had been too drunk to stand still.Logan’s mother’s ring was distinctive, the only thing in focus. The woman behind it was much harder to see.She was blonde. They had all easily believed it was Natalie, f
Logan’s grip tightened on the reports he held, crumpling them. My blush only deepened, and I glanced down, trying to hide it.Was he angry that I had a date? “It’s after work,” I said. I wasn’t slacking off during work hours or anything. I didn’t know why else he would be angry.“With anyone I know?
“Oh.” She blushed. Logan wanted to throw his chair through the window. “He’s going to wait in the lobby for me. Don’t worry, he’s not coming up here.”“I’m not worried,” Logan said. A lie. “You can stay at your desk until he arrives.”“I think I’ll go down and wait for him in the lobby. Unless you n
Logan pressed me against the side of the elevator. Trapped between the cool metal wall and the hard, hot line of his torso and chest, all I could do – and all I wanted to do – was surrender to the demanding mouth against mine and the insistent tongue trying to lick past my lips.I raised by hands an
“Okay,” I said. “I understand.”His mouth was back on mine in a flash. His arms came around my waist, holding me tightly against his hard body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed up onto my toes to more easily reach his mouth and keep him where he was.His tongue swept into my mouth and I
I didn’t want to wait to apologize to Dylan so while everyone else was eating, I stepped to the side to shoot off a quick text.Dylan. I’m sorry. I’d like to talk if you would be willing.Knowing how I had hurt him earlier, I didn’t expect a reply, much less an agreeable one. So when my phone starte
Either way, Dylan needed to tell Logan that he would not be representing him in the harassment case when all the shit hits the fan with HR.Halfway through the message, he stopped himself, realizing he was writing the message more out of concern for Logan than for any professional reason. This relat
How… strange. Where did Dawn from HR disappear to?Perhaps she realized she had the wrong time and place when she was standing alone outside the office. I would have been pretty embarrassed about that too. Not embarrassed enough to leave without explaining myself but…Dawn was so achingly profession
“I’ve been in this game for too long,” Senior said. “When I first got the news, I could only think about my legacy. I became obsessed with it. I’m not like you, Walter. I didn’t think about my family, or anyone else. Only myself.” “It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks,” Mr. Hudgens said. He la
“Janice,” Senior said. All smug arrogance disappeared from his voice. “What are you doing here?” “At first I didn’t think I would come,” Janice replied. “After all these years… I didn’t want to see your face ever again for as long as I lived. Better to leave well enough alone. But… after hearing e
I glanced down at my pink blouse and gray slacks. What was so wrong with my outfits? I dressed professionally… mostly. He really thought I needed supervision to pick out an outfit.Looking at Logan, I saw my own disbelief mirrored back at me. This was absolutely ridiculous.“Is that it?” Walter aske
In front of the partition screen, a large table had been assembled, with rows of chairs on either side, facing each other. We took our side, and Senior and his team of lawyers took theirs. There were so many lawyers that many of them had to stand.Senior sat across from Logan, though his glare of di
“He might surprise us,” Dylan said, a shred of hope in his voice, under a healthy level of cynicism.“Don’t hold your breath,” Frank replied.“The problem is we don’t know fully what to expect,” Mabel said. “Well – other than Senior being a crotchety asshole who will try to cheat us at every turn. W
“It’s time to talk to Logan and Hazel and stop this whole thing,” Dylan said. “You are outnumbered and outmatched, with so many people ready to stand against you.”Opening the top of the folder, Senior glared down at the stack of papers in the stack. “Disgruntled former employees. Fake friends. Fami
“We were just hoping to talk to her,” I said.The man’s brow lifted slightly. “Are you selling something? Wait -- why do you look familiar?” Narrowing his eyes, he gazed at us with suspicion. Then, suddenly, recognition must have struck him because his eyes widened. “You’re those people from the new
Despite the general unpleasantness of the conversation with the mayor and the governor, they eventually agreed to let us go. They had no real reason to hold us, and Logan saw through their veiled threats easily enough.In fact, he even seemed to make them feel to make them feel like unsupportive fri
That day, we changed our minds and decided to release six interviews to the website, with Michael Hatfield’s being the final. Overnight, the story gained so much national traction that the sheriff and two security men show up at our door.“Logan Hatfield? Hazel Whitaker? The mayor wants to speak wit