"No, thanks, I can buy my own place. I don't need - or - want - your help," I said firmly.

Logan mumbled something under his breath, but it was too quiet to make out.

The car settled into an awkward silence, thick and uncomfortable.

Then Logan broke the silence, "I'm curious how did you get wealthy? I remember your father cut you out of his will."

At first, I considered ignoring him. But then I realized what he was doing – trying to ...