Logan narrowed his eyes, doubting what he'd seen and double-checking as if to convince himself it was just a mistake.But that teasing, flirtatious voice—who else could it be but Julian?Logan swallowed hard, the chilled liquor sliding down his throat with a faint sting. His throat tickled for no reason. Reflexively, he reached for his phone in his pocket, fingers curling slightly, then slowly releasing.He didn't look back at that familiar figure. Instead, he fixed his gaze on the bartender and stared down at the glass in his hand, pretending not to have seen anything.He didn't want to get involved. Whoever Julian really was, good or bad, he was Vivian's choice.Even if she was betrayed, even if she suffered for it—those consequences were hers to bear.Everyone has to live with their own decisions. Just like he had. He'd spent three years chasing Vivian with everything he had, loving her wholeheartedly, despite knowing deep down that he was just a stand-in. Like a moth to flame
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