Chapter 88 Dinner And A Disaster

• The following afternoon, after several meetings with our potential new client, Logan and I returned to the hotel room. I had just under an hour to pack and move and then get ready for dinner with the new clients.
• Logan was walking back and forth between the kitchen and the bedroom, looking over at me each time he passed by me on the couch. I zipped up my repacked suitcase on his last pass through, and he paused in front of me.
• “So uh…meet you downstairs around 5?” He asked.