Dafne White's POV
We reached the table where everyone was already seated and chatting. As I went to sit down, Logan pulled out my chair. I smiled playfully at his gesture.
"Someone's eager to make a good impression today, Logan," I said, taking my seat. He pushed my chair in, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
"Just trying to feign chivalry. How am I doing?" His breath tickled my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Terribly," I whispered back, and he just chuckled.
"Great," he said, taking the seat beside me.
"Coleman, that name rings a bell," Brenda commented.
"I'm Wallace's assistant," I said. "Logan, the ogre, I don't know what you all call him." I glanced at Grace, my eyebrows raised.
"The rebel," she offered. "Or sometimes, the fool. But 'Logan' is just fine." Brenda c
