“It’s a little late for a social call, Logan,” Logan’s grandfather said, voice crisp and alert. As Logan had suspected, his grandfather sounded like he hadn’t been to bed yet.
“My apologies, grandfather. But I felt this too important to wait. And, as it relates to a personal matter, I didn’t want to waste company time.”
“Out with it then,” grandfather said.
Logan had been preparing for this conversation all evening, so he inhaled deeply, gathering his courage, and said, “I want to stop dating for now.”
“Who did you meet?” grandfather asked.
Logan wanted to tell him about Hazel. How great and beautiful she was. But two things held him back. One, Hazel was a subordinate, and a secretary at that. Grandfather wouldn’t approve of such a match. And two, giving Hazel’s name would put her in
