The next morning began with something Skylar never expected—Logan standing in her doorway, dressed casually in a white shirt and dark jeans. His usual seriousness had softened just a little, though his tone was as measured as ever.
“Get dressed,” he said. “We’re going out.”
Skylar blinked, confused. “Out? As in…to where?”
“The amusement park,” Logan replied simply.
For a moment, she thought she misheard him. Logan King—the cold, strict, billionaire CEO—wants to go to an amusement park? She almost laughed at the thought but decided not to test her luck. Instead, she grabbed a comfortable outfit—a white sundress with sneakers—and tied her hair in a ponytail.
When they got there, she felt like a child again. The air was filled with laughter, the scent of popcorn and cotton candy swirled
