Chase
I chose the training facility because it had cameras.
Not hidden cameras.
Visible ones.
Mounted above the entrances, along the main corridor, and inside the public lounge where athletes sometimes met agents or sponsors after hours.
Logan had asked for privacy.
He was getting controlled privacy.
There would be no reporters, no crowd, and no students holding phones around us. But there would also be no chance for either of us to change the story later.
Team security knew where I was.
Nadia knew too.
Allie had my live location and the name of the facility manager.
I arrived ten minutes early.
Logan arrived exactly on time.
He entered through the main doors wearing a dark jacket, jeans, and the same controlled expression he used during interviews. His eyes moved immediately
