Lynn's POV
I stare at Charles's name flashing on my phone screen, disgust rising like bile in my throat. The intimate bubble Logan and I had created shatters completely.
Every instinct screams not to answer. But I need to know what he wants. Need to keep playing the role of oblivious fiancée until I'm ready to strike.
"Hey, babe." I force warmth into my voice, hyperaware of Logan standing just feet away, pretending to study my bookshelf while obviously listening.
"There's my beautiful fiancée." Charles's voice flows through the speaker like poisoned honey. "How's LA treating you? Getting settled in that fancy hotel?"
"It's great. Really beautiful here." I keep my eyes on Logan, drawing strength from his solid presence even as my skin crawls.
"I bet it is. All those beaches, all those
