Logan
The moment I stepped into the hallway outside the conference room, Emily’s posture shifted. Her spine straightened just a little too much, her gaze fixing on some invisible point ahead.
She nodded to the staffer beside her with a tight, polite smile and turned like she hadn’t seen me at all.
Except she had. We both knew it.
She was getting good at pretending we hadn’t shared a dozen intimate moments. That she hadn’t bared her soul to me at Sanctuary and that I hadn’t nearly kissed her again.
She was becoming an expert at shutting me out. And I had spent every second since she tore into me about my dinner comment replaying where I went wrong.
And I was getting tired of giving her space and keeping my distance.
“Emily,” I said, keeping my voice quiet enough not to draw atten
