CHAPTER 203

  Olivia's POV

  I slumped into the chair across from Logan at the corner table of Brew & Bean. The coffee shop buzzed with afternoon crowds, but the tension between us drowned out the ambient chatter.

  "How are you?" Logan's fingers drummed against his untouched latte.

  "I'm good. Exhausted from shooting, but good." I fiddled with my phone, sliding it face-down on the table. "How about you?"

  "Fine." He cleared his throat. "Listen, Olivia, we need to talk."

  My stomach dropped. Those four words never led anywhere good.

  "I've been doing a lot of thinking." He ran a hand through his hair. "When you started filming, I thought – sure, you'd be busy, but we'd still have time together. Movie nights, quick lunches, something."

  I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up his hand.

  "Let me finish. You're never around anymore. When was the last time we actually spent quality time together? That horror movie? And even then, you were distracted."