Logan stepped out of the vehicle. Never mind that he instantly drew every eye or that he probably should’ve acknowledged the fanfare. He was scowling—and heading straight for her.
Panic gripped her. Before she could think, she spun on her heels and strode away at a clipped pace. He caught up in five long strides.
“I suppose this is Toronto,” he said dryly, falling into step beside her.
She pulled on her strongest mask—the one that screamed You can’t scare me.
“Um… sorry for blowing you off with that lie. But after all those missed calls, you should’ve figured out by now—I don’t want to talk to you.”
“I’m not that dumb,” he shot back. “I know what you’re doing. What I’ve been trying to get from you is why.”
She kept her gaze straight ahead, steeling herself even though she felt a blus
