Logan's POV
The next week and a half is torture.
I try to find opportunities to talk to Lynn—apologize properly, explain about Richardson's warning, just be near her—but she's constantly working. At the apartment, I hear her door at all hours but never catch her. At the office, she's either locked in her space or out meeting clients.
The few times I see her, she looks focused but stressed. Dark circles under her eyes suggest she's not sleeping enough. Her movements carry tension that makes my wolf whine with the need to help, to protect, to ease her burden.
But every time I try to approach, she finds an excuse to slip away.
By Friday afternoon, I'm desperate enough to manufacture a reason to stop by her office. But when I reach her door, she's on a call, her expression serious as she
