Logan's face was cold.

Colder than I had ever seen it.

"Huh?" The man beside him blinked, confused.

"Mistaken? No way. Your fiancée is gorgeous—there's no way I got the wrong person."

Logan didn't even hesitate.

"My fiancée's at home with my parents," he said, already walking off—his long strides making it clear he wanted to get away as fast as possible.

The man gawked.

"What? ...