She was clearly baiting him. Logan merely furrowed his brows, his expression cool and detached, those midnight-dark eyes revealing nothing.
Since Logan had appeared at Crestview Apartments around six in the morning, he must have woken up unreasonably early.
Moanna never considered he'd gotten only four hours of sleep. In her experience, doctors prioritized their health—they wouldn't pull all-nighters unless absolutely necessary.
Yet now, she couldn't help but ask.
"Logan, are you exhausted?"
His chiseled jawline tensed, rigid as steel.
"Yes."
The single word left his thin lips, decisive and final.
Before arriving at Aspen Hospital, Moanna had been drowsy herself. But now, faced with delicious food, she'd shaken off her fatigue—while Logan was clearly fighting to stay awake.
Hearin
