Olivia's POV
Christopher tipped back his coffee cup, draining the last drops with that irritating grace of his. Even drinking coffee looked like a magazine shoot with him.
"What about it?" I watched him set the empty cup down, wondering if he'd order another just to torture me with more coffee theatrics.
"Remember our plans? The getaway we discussed?" His fingers traced the cup's rim, and I fought the urge to grab his hand to make him stop. The man could make anything look suggestive.
"Oh, right. That." My stomach flipped slightly as Logan's face flashed through my mind. He'd also been dropping hints about a weekend trip, showing me pictures of some cute bed and breakfast upstate. The guilt gnawed at me, but I pushed it away. "So what's the plan? Private island? Secret mountain retreat? Underground villain lair?"
"New York, actually. I have some business meetings on Monday."