Logan's POV

The elevator dinged, as I stepped out into the sleek, glass walled office that had become my battlefield these past few weeks.

I wasn’t expecting to see Nate here of all people leaning casually against Ava’s desk, flashing that same stupid grin I remembered from two years ago.

Fork Boy.

What the fuck was he doing here?!

He hadn’t changed much. Still smug, still thinking he's too familiar with Ava. And she was smiling. That same reserved smile she used to ...