CHAPTER 101

  Olivia's POV

  I slumped back in my chair, patting my belly contentedly. "Damn, that was good. I always forget how much I love their orange chicken."

  Logan grinned, gathering up the empty takeout containers. "Told ya it'd hit the spot. Nothing beats greasy Chinese food after a long day."

  "You're not wrong," I agreed.

  Logan tossed the containers in the trash, "how about we digest with a movie? I've got just the thing to take your mind off work."

  I hesitated for a moment. A movie meant cuddling on the couch, which meant the potential discovery of my red ass. But refusing would definitely raise suspicion.

  "Sure, why not?" I said, plastering on a smile.

  We settled onto the couch, and Logan chose a romance movie. I tried to relax, but my heart was racing.

  As the opening credits rolled, Logan's arm snaked around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I tensed involuntarily, then forced myself to relax. This was normal. This was fine.