SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
I was sipping cold tea when my PA knocked.
“Someone’s here to see you, ma’am.”
I didn’t look up immediately.
Please. Please let it be Liam. We needed to talk. We needed to clear everything before the poison of Sabrina and Bianca clouded it all.
“Who is it?” I finally asked.
My PA hesitated. That was the first warning.
And then she said it.
“Logan Hart.”
I blinked.
What?
Before I could speak, the door opened. He didn’t wait for permission.
There he was.
Logan.
Looking like a memory I never wanted to relive—tall, in a black coat, with that same damn expression on his face. The one that always looked like an apology and a dare at the same time.
He closed the door behind him quietly, like he didn’t want the world to know he’d come crawling back.
“Sierra,
