SUMMER
Logan was in dark jeans and a dark leather jacket, hair slightly wind-caught, and he moved through the entrance with the unhurried authority that seemed to be his factory setting. He was also not alone.
The girl at his side was beautiful — tall, tan, with a beautiful body wrapped in a sleek red satin dress. She had her hand looped through Logan's arm and was leaning into him at an angle that suggested familiarity, her head tilted toward his shoulder, laughing at something he'd said.
He was almost smiling.
Something moved through my chest that I didn't like and wasn't going to name.
"Who's that?" I asked, and aimed for casual.
Alex followed my gaze. "Nora Jameson." Her voice was neutral. "Logan's current."
"They're together?"
"Depends what you mean by together." Alex turned b
