Logan’s POV

Mornings in Paris were not new to me. I’d been here plenty of times but it's was always boardrooms instead of cafés and suits instead of sightseeing.

I remember coming here with my father back when I was still learning the business. Those trips had built most of my connections with the big names in France.

The room smelled faintly this morning of Amelia’s perfume;light, sweet, lingering in the air. I didn’t know the name of it, but I knew I liked it a lot. It was ...