The ball of nerves that had been growing in my stomach suddenly burst outward until I felt like tiny pins were prickling into every inch of my skin.
Logan and my secret was out, it seemed, and now his grandfather’s lawyers were here for my blood.
Well, I’d been preparing for this. Logan was ready to go to war. He’d left me behind to protect me, but I’d always been ready to stand along beside him.
Now was my chance. Did I find this table full of lawyers immensely intimidating? Absolutely. Was I going to let them bully me into the divorcing the man I loved? Absolutely not.
“I refuse,” I said. “Unless Logan himself tells me that he wants one, I’m not going to just go along with whatever Mr. Hatfield wants. Or demands.”
The lawyers didn’t even blink.
Mr. Smith spoke again. “Mr. Hatfield
