Breaking The Ice Between Us
But he looked at me like I was a puzzle he didn’t have time to solve.
That’s fine. I’ve had years to learn that Logan Shaw doesn’t solve puzzles—he collects trophies.
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Back at the Alpha Chi house, everything smells faintly of lemon cleaner and ambition. Our move-in banners still hang crooked from the staircase, and the living room is stacked with boxes labeled Philanthropy, Recruitment décor, Emergency glitter.
The other officers collapse onto the couch, shoes tossed aside, giggling over selfies from the Ice House party. I drop my bag by the door and take the armchair nearest the window, pretending to check emails.