CHAPTER 9

  Olivia's POV

  I settled into the plush leather seat of Christopher's sleek sports car, still trying to wrap my head around the events of the evening. The purr of the engine was oddly soothing as we glided through the city streets.

  "Comfy?" Christopher asked, flashing his dazzling smile.

  "Very," I replied, sinking further into the seat. "I think I could get used to this."

  "I'm sure you could."

  As Christopher navigated through traffic, I decided to check my phone. I'd been so caught up in the whirlwind of our encounter that I hadn't even thought to look at it.

  "Oh, crap," I muttered, seeing the screen light up with missed calls and messages.

  "Everything okay?" He asked, sounding worried.

  "Everything's fine," I lied, my eyes glued to the screen. Logan's name popped up repeatedly, along with a message about the meeting. Guilt gnawed at my insides. I'd completely forgotten about him in the heat of the moment with Christopher.