ISABELLA
I stood at the doorway, hands curled around the edges, the cold metal pressing against my palm as I tried to figure out what the hell I was supposed to say.
Logan hadn’t moved. He was just standing there, hands in his pockets, looking at me like I was an equation he couldn’t solve.
I had never been nervous around him before. Not once. Not when I first met him. Not when I let him touch me. Not even this morning, when he all but told me I was nothing more than an inconvenience.
But now there was something in his eyes that made my stomach tighten. Something unreadable.
His gaze dropped briefly, and then he lifted his hand, gesturing silently toward the chair across from his desk. No words. No smug quip. Just that simple command.
I swallowed hard and walked in, my boots pressi
