Logan

I’d never been so happy to see Lycia in my life as when I walked through the door of Lycia’s suite with Marshall close behind me. I quickly crossed the room, and pulled her in for a quick hug.

“How did it go?” she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

“Well, Father smoothed things over, or he and Don Miano did.” I headed to the bar and poured Marshall and me bourbons, straight up, and handed him one. “He said that we would let him handle his son ...