I stared at Logan and the bouquet, unsure if this was real. All day today, he’d seemed content to ignore me. Of course, I’d also ignored him. But for the silent treatment to actually work on someone as stubborn as Logan seemed like a longshot.
I couldn’t help but feel suspicious.
“I’m an asshole,” Logan said.
“True,” I said quickly.
Logan sighed. To himself, he mumbled, “I wish everyone wouldn’t agree to that so readily.” He shook his head, as if clearing it. “May I come in? There’s a lot I want to talk about and apologize for, and I’d rather not do it standing in the hallway.”
“Fine.” I opened the door farther and allowed him space to enter.
Still carrying the bouquet, he stepped inside. When he reached my coffee table, he turned around to face me.
I closed the door, locked it,
