I pulled back from the kiss at once and hid my face into Logan’s shoulder.
Logan looked over toward where the noise came from. “They weren’t taking a picture of us,” he said.
With his reassurance, I glanced and saw a woman taking a picture of her friend wearing a sapphire broach necklace. Then she turned her phone so the woman could see.
“I love how it sparkles,” the woman said.
“It will be even better with the ring-light,” the friend said.
The woman agreed.
My cheeks reddened slightly with embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” I said to Logan.
“Hazel, they could have taken our picture, though. It would have been fine,” Logan said. “In fact, per Mabel Fritz, that’s exactly the kind of attention that we want.”
“I know. It’s just… reflex,” I said. “As your assistant, I was used to standing beh
