Moanna remained blissfully unaware that her Oscar-worthy performance had Logan completely fooled. To him, her voice carried deathbed-worthy gasps—though in truth, she was just sweating bullets over this whopper of a lie.
Without this paper-thin alibi, how could she possibly explain her midnight madness?
Since when did having a crush justify crashing someone's beauty sleep?
She'd disturbed Logan. Profoundly.
As the words crackled through the receiver, Logan's aristocratic brows furrowed, his grip tightening around the phone. Moanna's plea slithered through like an unexpected winter draft.
"Are you alone at home?"
That velvet baritone was so hypnotic that Moanna—flustered—ended the call with an accidental click.
Oh well. If she'd woken him from deep sleep, props to him for sounding th
