Logan saw the picture. He saw the ring.
Yet his eyes only stayed wide for one minute, before he pointed at his office. “Now.” His voice was firm, no room for argument or doubt.
Why did he sound angry? Was he disappointed to learn that I was actually his wife?
Sensing a scolding in my future, I rose from my chair and slunk into his office. He followed me, then closed the door behind me. He held out his hand for the photo and the ring. I gave him the photo, but wasn’t as eager to pass over the ring, especially after all I had done to reclaim it.
He eyed me with suspicion, but did not press me to hand it over. Not yet, anyway. I sensed that would come at some point, though.
“I was looking for this,” he said, waving the photo. He placed it on his desk. “Explain to me while you stole it fr
