Logan’s eyes darkened, and I gave him a faint smile. "Even if you don’t say it, I already know who it is."

"And who do you think it is?" he asked, his tone calm, but his gaze searching for any reaction.

I held his stare and didn’t answer.

Logan shifted in the bed, sitting up straighter, as if he was ready to leap out despite his injuries. "You’re not seriously thinking it’s Miles, are you? Are you planning to be with him just to get back ...