Logan's POV

Amelia's arms brushed mine as we stepped in. The warm lights from the crystal chandeliers lit the place up. CEOs, investors and other high profile owners were everywhere.

Waiters in crisp white shirts moved through the crowd, carrying trays stacked with drinks. The scent of wine, cologne, and expensive perfume hung thick in the air.

One passed by and I took two glasses of champagne from his tray, handing one to Amelia. She took it, fingers brushing mine lightly, and ...