LOGAN BLACKSTONE
The way Scarlett interacted with her family at the ball struck me as odd. She seemed almost like a stranger among them, her discomfort palpable. The distance she kept from her dad, the way she avoided eye contact. It was as if she was desperate to escape their presence. My brothers noticed it too. Edward and I had already discussed speeding up the investigation into her background. I needed to understand why she was so disconnected from her family, especially since the Addisons had always appeared to be a close-knit unit. It was clear there was more beneath the surface, and if necessary, I would hire another detective to dig deeper into her past.
Then, when I asked her to dance, I hadn’t expected her to kiss me like that. We were so close. The moment swept us both up. I
