Ava’s POV

After Logan returned with two plates of spaghetti and a warm smile, I forced myself to concentrate on the food rather than the bunch of thoughts in my head. The kitchen was dimly lit by the soft glow of a single overhead lamp, and the low hum of the refrigerator was the only sound breaking the uneasy silence between us.

We settled at the small dining table Logan on one side, me on the other. Every time our eyes met, I felt that same mix of annoyance and something else… ...