HANNAH

Again, I swallowed hard. My heart was racing in that exact, terrifyingly familiar way. It thumped against my ribs like a wild animal trying to break free in a frantic rhythm that resonated all the way up into my ears.

I immediately hated myself for reacting that way. I loathed the fact that my pulse could still skyrocket just from a single, sharp sentence out of his mouth.

I mentally reminded myself that Logan was nothing but a walking, breathing bad news.

He was a wrecking ball wrapped in an expensive Italian suit, a man who chewed people up and used their pieces to build his empire. We were...