NORA
“Excuse me.”
Logan’s voice was low, and controlled, but there was something in his tone something tense. Before I could say anything, he turned and walked a few steps away, his back to me.
I watched him closely.
His phone was still ringing. He just stood there, staring at the screen, his jaw tight, his fingers gripping the device like he was deciding whether to throw it away or answer.
If he was uncomfortable picking it in my presence, why wasn't he still taking it? I wondered what this was all about.
My heart thudded. Who was calling him?
After a few more moments of hesitation, Logan exhaled sharply, his shoulders rising and falling. Then, instead of answering, he slid the phone back into his pocket and turned back to me.
I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until th
