THIRTY-NINE
Logan Lowe didn’t stay away for long. He brought his bandmates and celeb friends over to join them. Her girls, Astrid included, lapped up the attention. Thank God.
The perfect corner turned out to be not so perfect after all. It gave her direct line of sight across the bar to the central private pod, which just so happened to be… Yeah. Zairn’s.
Had he noticed her? Yes. More than once she’d glanced over and caught him looking in her direction. It was dark, and he was more than thirty feet away, but, yes, he was looking at her. She just knew it. He’d probably know she was looking too. They didn’t acknowledge each other. In fact, any time he was caught, he’d immediately turn. Not just avert his eyes, he’d literally turn his whole self away.
People flitted in and out of the pod
