I muttered a half-hearted response and headed toward the meeting room without even asking who was waiting for me.

“Wait up,” Alex called after me. “That model from yesterday—he’s definitely not Ashton.”

“I know,” I said, biting the rim of my coffee cup. “I buried Ashton myself.”

Alex just nodded, letting me go. That’s when I stepped into the room and saw who was waiting.

Logan.

His eyes locked on ...