~Logan’s POV~

My phone buzzed again.

Blocked number.

I didn’t want to answer it. Every part of me wanted to toss the damn thing into the ocean and go back to cuddling Ava on the bed, pretending like nothing could touch the peace we’d just found.

But something in my stomach twisted, cold and sharp.

I answered.

“Logan,” came a voice I hadn’t heard in months, smooth and sharp as broken glass. “Glad you picked up.”

My chest tightened. “What the hell do you want, ...