He practically ground out the words "Mrs. Rowan" between clenched teeth, the syllables coming out with a low clench of his jaw, rumbling up from the back of his throat like a snarl.
I jumped so hard my legs trembled, spinning around to meet his thunderously dark face.
I scrambled to paste on a sweet smile. "Oh, you're here, honey? It's all your fault, you know. If you'd bought me nice jewelry before, people wouldn't have laughed at me just now."
I almost gagged at my own sickly sweet tone. I never talked this cloyingly normally.
But for some reason, Logan's ears flamed bright red all the way to the tips.
He just tossed out a gruff "Bid on whatever you want," and spun on his heel to leave.
Well, who was I to say no to that?
This was his family's auction house, after all. Every piece
