SCARLETT BLACKSTONE
Logan stormed toward me, pulling me out of Luke’s embrace and giving me an intense, unreadable gaze. My heart raced as I looked at the three imposing figures flanking him. Security, no doubt.
“Logan, what are you doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Without a hint of warmth, Logan shoved his hands into his pockets and responded with a forced calmness, “I didn’t realize you were planning to share such an... intimate moment with this idiot.”
My confusion deepened as I took in his jealous expression. “It's not what you think, and you don't need to talk to Luke like that,” I snapped.
Logan’s smile was cold as ice. “Oh, of course, still defending him. How very kind of you,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I just went out for ice cream with
