Logan adjusted his jacket as they walked toward the restaurant, his hand firmly holding Grace's. He could tell she was nervous—her fingers kept tightening around his, her shoulders a little stiff, and she kept glancing at him like she was making sure he was okay.
Logan smirked, squeezing her hand. "Baby, relax."
Grace sighed, exhaling slowly. "I know." She glanced up at him. "But my dad is... a lot sometimes."
Logan chuckled, stepping closer, lowering his voice. "You know I can handle myself, right?"
Grace bit her lip, nodding. "Yeah."
Logan grinned. "Then breathe, Lucky Charm."
She sighed but finally nodded again. "Okay."
Josie, who had been walking ahead of them, turned with a smile as she pushed open the restaurant door. "Alright, you two. Time to see if John survives the final t
