Convincing Alex had been a walk in the park. All it took was one look and a half-hearted plea, and he was already grabbing the car keys. Logan, on the other hand? Impossible. As usual. But no one really gave a damn what Logan thought—especially not when Alex was the one behind the wheel.
Now, stuck in the backseat while we head toward the beach, Logan's been ranting non-stop like some broken record. His voice grates on my nerves, sharp and judgmental.
"I can't believe you're actually okay with this," Logan mutters from the passenger seat, throwing a pointed glare at Alex. "She's meeting a random guy she barely knows—on a beach, for god's sake."
Alex doesn't even flinch. Just keeps his eyes on the road and shrugs like he's done playing peacekeeper. "She knows him. Kinda. And she knows be
