“You are spiteful!” She lunged across the table to snatch the phone, but I stood and lifted it out of her reach before her fingers found it.

And at that moment, the door of the coffee shop opened and Logan walked in.

I have never known whether Chloe had texted him to come, or whether he had simply been near, but it did not matter, because his body answered the question his mouth never would.

He did not look at me first.

He crossed the room and stepped directly between us, putting himself in front of Chloe, shielding her, positioning himself as the protector of the woman who needed protecting.

“What did you do to her, Valeria?!” he demanded.