Harper POVThe house is too warm, too loud, too full of everything I told myself I could handle.But the moment I see him, that lie starts to unravel.Logan Shaw.He’s leaning against the wall near the entry, half in shadow, watching me the way he watches the puck—steady, patient, like he’s waiting for an opening. I pretend not to notice, but my pulse doesn’t listen.I laugh at something Becca says, nod at the right moments, even though my head is full of static. Every time I shift, I can feel his eyes on me—quiet, deliberate. The air between us stretches thin and electric.Then someone steps into my orbit and breaks the spell.“Harper,” Cole says, holding out a drink with a grin that could probably start a small war. “Didn’t think I’d see the president herself slumming it at her own party.”I smirk, grateful for the distraction. “You mean running it?”He laughs. “Fair point. Still… not gonna lie—you clean up nice tonight.”The compliment catches me off guard. “Thanks, I think.”Cole
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