No Wonder Logan’s jawline was sharp. His face was constantly set rigid. Clara could count on her hands exactly the amount of time she had seen him smile. With barely seconds to spare, Clara had arrived at the dining space from the previous night. Having debated whether to show her face at all, the decision made as the final dress was folded away and her stomach growled at her. Logan’s eyes had darted to the clock on the mantle with a disapproving shake of his head following. Before Clara could open her mouth. A woman the size of a mountain barges through the doors. Her stride not breaking. “While you might have been having an existential crisis for the last few months. That does not mean leaving it down to me to pick up the slack.” She slams down a stack of paperwork before Logan. Clara co
