HOLLY
“So unfortunately you have a problem,” I said from my side of the booth. “A very big problem. And here it is.”
I slid the open folder across the table, to where Logan was still chopping into his omelet. He dropped the fork long enough to pick up the cash flow statements, which had multi-colored highlights all over them.
“The yellow highlighted areas are operating activities. The green ones are for investments.”
Logan squinted through his glasses, looking so handsome I wanted to kiss him all over again. I still had last night in my blood. Adrenaline from what the two of them had done to me was still coursing through my veins.
“So what’s the problem?” he asked.
“The investments,” I replied. “The charities specifically. Look at how many there are.”
Beside me, Bradley was sipping
