~Logan’s POV ~

The bass in the club thumped so loud I could feel it in my chest.

Flashing lights, grinding bodies, and the sharp smell of spilled drinks . Tristan was halfway through his second beer, and Miles was already flirting with a girl in red. Me? I was nursing the same drink I’d been holding for the last hour, mind elsewhere.

Ava’s face wouldn’t leave my head.

The way she laughed when she teased me. The way her eyes sparkled when she got fired up about law stuff. ...