CELINA'S POV
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"f**k," Logan murmurs, dropping his chin as if he could disappear. My eyes widen, and as I twist my head to look over my shoulder, but Logan says, "Don't," In a rushed voice that has panic erupting in my chest. "What's happening?" I ask when Logan flags down a waiter with a deadly stare. "Just get your purse and jacket ready," He murmurs, and I could tell that he was trying his best to not be seen, as if he wish he could turn invisible. "What is the matter?" I ask, already putting my jacket on that feels too warm in a place with a hearth a few feet away.
"Let's just go, please." He asks with pleading eyes and I nod, forcing a smile. Logan doesn't owe me any explanations. This is his life, running out of places because of people or a work emergency. "Send me an invoice f
