Logan’s POV
The music pounded through the crowded bar as we pushed our way inside, searching for a table.
Waves had only been open a few weeks, and judging by the sea of people packed into the space, it was already the hottest spot in town. A place I would’ve once prowled for my next conquest before my world had been turned upside down by Dahlia Sterling. Now, the idea of spending the night lost in her company was all I cared about.
We finally found a table tucked into the back—secluded enough for privacy when we weren’t on the dance floor.
"I'll go grab our drinks," I announced before leaning in close, my lips brushing against Lia’s ear. "What do you want, baby girl?"
"Whiskey and a shot of tequila!" she answered without missing a beat, completely ignoring the teasing note in my voic
