Despite the lingering odd tension between Logan and me, our professional lives pressed on, ever forward. At work, we kept things strictly business. I went into his office first thing in the morning for the daily updates, and I hadn’t been back since.
I hated this tension, and I didn’t understand it. I wished Logan and I could actually sit down and talk about it, but at least during work hours, that was a tremendously bad idea. He’d entered some kind of statue mode when I tried to bring up our personal lives, almost like the stress fully took over his body.
I didn’t want to cause him discomfort, so for the most part, I kept my personal issues to myself and focused fully on work instead.
Around midmorning, my phone rang. I answered it like always.
“Thank you for calling Hatfield Supply.
