Logan’s POV

I sat at my desk, fingers drumming against the table, my mind racing.

Too much was happening already. Jana showing up out of nowhere, Jake trying to get back to Amelia, and Amelia…

I exhaled sharply.

Amelia.

I had to stop thinking about her like that.

“Focus, Wills,” I muttered to myself, leaning back in the chair.

I picked up my phone and dialed Zach. He answered on the second ring, his tone casual.

“Yes, Logan,” he said.

“I need you to keep an eye on ...