Abby
Logan’s smirk unsettles me. It feels as though he somehow has the upper hand in a game I didn’t even know we were playing.
“I don’t understand, Logan. What are you talking about?” My voice is steady, but inside, I feel anything but.
Logan leans against the door frame, casual as ever. “Ken didn’t tell you?” He raises an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I thought after our chat on the day of the cook-off, he would fill you in.”
“Fill me in on what, exactly?” I press, my heart pounding. Karl had mentioned a ‘misconception’ that day, that he had tried to change Logan’s mind but couldn’t, but that was as much as I knew.
And yet, the way Logan is looking at me, like he’s got a secret that he isn’t telling, is downright infuriating.
He shrugs,
