I gazed around, looking for my friends who had, undoubtedly, snuck away to get drinks, and spotted Logan talking to a few sturdy-looking men. He wore a sharp black three-piece and, as always, looked like his usual dapper self. I wanted to talk to him but I just didn't know how to approach him with the three other guys there. I sighed and scowled at my fake nails. When I raised my eyes, Logan gazed back at me, his eyes moving from head to toe in one swift movement.
Hell...could he hear me or something?
I felt hot all over at the way his eyes appraised me, my throat feeling all parched. I was thirsty like a man stranded in a desert, but I was not sure if it was for water. My lips parted and I somehow managed to mouth can we talk to him. Logan turned to the men and gave them a smile befor
