Martha gave him a motherly pat on the hand. "You know, resentment ages people. Just saying."
"Can we not make this dinner about Jean Adams?" Logan muttered.
Hannah leaned toward him and smirked. "But it's so much fun watching you squirm."
He looked away. She hadn't seen him yet or maybe she had and was simply ignoring him, which stung worse. Either way, Logan felt his temper simmering beneath the surface.
Jean Adams.
The woman he swore never to cross paths with again.
And yet… here she was.
Again.
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The black luxury sedan pulled up to the grand estate, its iron gates creaking open as if reluctant to grant entry. Towering marble pillars framed the entrance of the Dominic Mansion… a place that seemed to have leapt out of a historical novel.
Ivy crawled over the stone like time itself had been trying to claim the estate for centuries, but the pristine upkeep whispered of power too old to be challenged.
