Logan’s POV
"Hey, good-looking! Where have you been hiding lately?" Rowena purred, her hands pressing against my chest as she leaned in to kiss me. I caught her by the shoulders before she could get any closer, pushing her back to arm’s length.
"Really, Logan? Rowena Grimshaw? Are you f*****g kidding me?" Liam snarled in my head.
"I know, okay? I f****d up! But you're not helping right now!" I snapped back.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Lia flinch when Rowena touched me. I didn’t know if it was jealousy or just discomfort at witnessing the exchange. Probably the latter—wishful thinking wouldn’t get me anywhere. Liam instinctively pulled her closer to his side, his grip protective. She let go of my hand, and my chest tightened. If Rowena noticed any of it, she didn’t let on.
"Baby,
