C8 Shadows at the Table

Skylar barely had time to exhale before the conference room door at the far end swung open.

Logan emerged first, phone already at his ear, voice clipped mid-sentence. Behind him came a man she hadn't seen before—tall, broad-shouldered, in a charcoal suit that looked expensive without announcing it. Blonde hair neatly styled. Brown eyes that crinkled at the corners when they found her