LOGINLOGANI had been restless since three in the morning.There was this thing about her that I don't understand. Why was I acting like this?Well, my brain didn't care… It didn't care that I had a bed, or that the sheets were expensive, or that by all reasonable measures I should have been able to close my eyes and sleep like a man with a clean conscience. Instead I'd lain there in the dark, staring at the ceiling of my Barcelona apartment, listening to the silence and hating every second of it.I didn't know where Nyla was.That was the core of it. That was the splinter working its way deeper every hour I went without an answer. I'd tried her number four times… not obsessively, I told myself, just reasonably, just the way any concerned person might, and every time it had gone straight to voicemail. Her voice on the recording had made my chest ache.I'd driven past Ronan's place last night. Not in a way that anyone could call surveillance. Just a normal drive that happened to take me dow
OLIVIAShe studied my face for a long moment, then nodded. "Okay. Show me what you've got."We spent the next two hours going through every detail of running the restaurant. I walked her through the kitchen, pointing out which suppliers delivered on which days, which staff members were most reliable for different tasks, which regular customers had special preferences or dietary restrictions."And Miguel has been asking about overtime," I said, pulling up the schedule on my laptop. "He wants to pick up more shifts to save for his daughter's quinceañera. If you can swing it budget-wise…""I'll make it work," Lena assured me. "Don't worry. I've got this, Liv. You taught me well.""I know you do. It's just..." I trailed off, looking around the kitchen that I'd built, the space that represented everything I'd accomplished on my own. "This place is my baby. Leaving it feels—""Like abandoning your child, I know." Lena squeezed my shoulder. "But you're not abandoning it. You're trusting me t
OLIVIAI'd heard him.Last night, through the office door, I'd heard Ryan's voice… desperate, broken, begging me to just give him five minutes to explain.And I'd sat there on my office couch, frozen, my hand clamped over my mouth to keep from making a sound, tears streaming silently down my face as I listened to the man I loved plead for a chance I couldn't give him.*"I'm not leaving. I'll sit out here all night if I have to."*Part of me, a treacherous, stupid part, had wanted to open that door. Had wanted to hear what excuse he'd come up with, what story he'd tell to explain away the video of him kissing Daisy, touching her, being with her in ways that should have been reserved for me.But I couldn't. Because what explanation could possibly make that okay? What words could erase the image burned into my brain of his hands in her hair, his mouth on hers, his body moving with hers in a rhythm I recognized because we'd moved that way together just hours before?So I'd stayed silent.
RYANI knocked softly. "Olivia? Please. I know you're in there. Please just give me five minutes to explain."Silence."Olivia, please. I'm begging you. Just let me tell you what actually happened."More silence.I tried the doorknob—locked."I'm not leaving," I said, louder now. "I'll sit out here all night if I have to. I'll wait until you're ready to talk to me. But I'm not giving up on us. Not without a fight."I pressed my ear to the door, listening for any sound of movement inside.Nothing. No footsteps, rustling, or breathing.A terrible thought occurred to me.I pulled out my broken phone… the screen barely functional but still working enough to make calls… and dialed the restaurant's main number. I could hear it ringing inside, echoing through the empty dining room.After five rings, it went to voicemail.I hung up and tried Olivia's cell again.Straight to voicemail.She wasn't here. Or if she was, she was so committed to not seeing me that she wouldn't answer even the resta
RYANThe elevator doors closed, taking Olivia away from me, and I stood there staring at the empty space where she'd been, my entire world collapsing around me."No," I whispered to the silence. "No, no, no."I lunged forward, hitting the elevator call button frantically, but it was too late. She was already descending, already gone.I spun around and slammed my fist into the wall so hard the drywall cracked. Pain shot through my knuckles but I barely felt it. The physical pain was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the agony ripping through my chest.I'd lost her. The woman I loved more than anything. The woman who'd risked everything to save me. The woman who'd made me believe in futures and hope and second chances.Gone. Because of a video that made it look like I'd chosen to betray her when the truth was so much more complicated, so much worse, so fucked up that I didn't even fully understand what had happened at Daisy's apartment.I remembered the lemonade. The way the room
OLIVIA"As soon as possible. But first..." I pulled out my phone again, this time pulling up Lena's number. "I need to talk to Lena. Tell her what's happening. Make arrangements for the restaurant.""Of course. Take your time."I stood and moved to the window, looking out at the Barcelona skyline as I dialed Lena's number. It was late, but I knew she was probably still at the restaurant.She answered on the second ring."Liv? Everything okay? I was just about to call you—the dinner service went great tonight, and we had that food critic come in, the one from—""Lena." My voice came out flat and emotionless. "I need to tell you something."There was a pause, and when she spoke again, her voice had changed completely. "What happened? Are you okay? Is it Logan?""No. It's Ryan."I told her everything. The video. The fight. The way I'd left him standing in his penthouse looking destroyed. My decision to leave Barcelona and go to my father's pack.Lena was silent through most of it, though
OLIVIAI woke up with a long, dragging stretch, my joints popping one by one as if they were annoyed. I'd finally decided to move. For a few seconds I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, confused about where I was or what time it was.I shot upright and grabbed my phone.6:42 p.m.“What the hel
OLIVIAHow?How did he find me?Of all people, of all moments, of all the places he could’ve been in this entire city… why was Logan standing right in front of me?My grip tightened on the handle of my ridiculous oversized pink suitcase as my mind scrambled. My chest felt tight, my throat felt clog
OLIVIAMy heart was beating ridiculously fast. I felt exposed, embarrassed, overwhelmed, and before I could even think of what to say or how to explain anything, Ryan suddenly moved.He bent down and lifted me off the ground. I froze, clutching the leaf tighter to myself as he walked quickly away f
LOGANMy chest hurt.Not the kind of hurt that made you gasp or hold your ribs.No.The slow, deep, splitting kind. The kind that started in your stomach, climbed into your lungs, and settled right behind your heart like a knife wedged permanently in the wrong place.I stared straight ahead as Oliv







