Logan's POV
Lynn sits across from me at my dining table, finishing the pasta I made.
"This was really good. Thank you." She sets down her fork, studying me. "But you've been distracted all evening. What's wrong?"
My father's message burns in my mind. The gathering. Formal explanation. Sarah's father demanding answers.
"Just some works," I say carefully. "Nothing important."
Lynn's eyes narrow. "Your jaw just tightened. You're hiding something."
'Too perceptive.'
"It's really nothing you need to worry about." I stand, collecting plates. "Want to work here tonight? You mentioned needing to finish those merger documents."
She lets me change the subject, though suspicion lingers in her expression.
Lynn sets up her laptop at my table. I bring coffee around nine, settling beside her.
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