Logan halted midway down the stairs, his hand gripping the railing as he worked to steady his breath. The anger simmering inside him was dangerously close to boiling over, but he couldn’t afford to lose control. Not here. Not now. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs, his chest rising as his abs tightened in reflex. His face remained tense, the muscles in his jaw clenched, but he forced himself to exhale slowly, willing the fury to recede. It was his routine—his go-to method for keeping his composure when he felt his patience slipping.
With his eyes squeezed shut, he took another deep breath, but Jonathan’s smug face appeared in his mind, igniting the rage all over again. His eyes flew open, and a sharp, frustrated breath escaped him. Jonathan. The mere thought of the man waiting downstai
