Logan’s POV

When my phone rang, I was a little surprised. The name Emma flashed on the screen, and for a moment I felt a mix of emotions, surprise, worry, and something akin to excitement. For a few seconds, I just stared at my phone, trying to form the right words to answer her.

“Hello?” I tried to keep my tone neutral, even though there was a fluttering feeling I couldn’t help but feel.

Emma’s voice sounded a little nervous, and that made me even more anxious. “President Logan? This is… Emma.”

“Oh, Emma. Hi. How are you?” I tried to sound casual, but I knew my tone was a...