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“But it works for us,” Olivia said softly, a faraway look in her eye like she was somewhere else. “I don’t know that anything elsecouldwork for us.”

I studied the ceiling as I thought about what she’d said. Logan was paying an obscene amount of money just so I couldn’t work with anyone else. That was pretty crazy…right?

And I wasn’t exactly screaming about the fact that he’d done that after I rejected him asking me out.

“So tell us, Sloane, how many times have you watched Logan’s burger commercial?” Monroe asked in a lighter tone, wagging her eyebrows up and down.

I choked on my drink. “A few times,” I said in a high-pitched voice.

Monroe snorted. “Well, it’s been banned in my household. Lincoln said it was basically porn, and if I wanted that, he would film himself.”

I shook my head, unable to hide my grin. “I think he secretly enjoyed it.”

“Oh, for sure,” Blake said, laughing. “It’s also banned in my house, but Ari watches it every time he needs a pick-me-up.”

“Camden swears it’s Logan’s best work,” Anastasia added. “He calls it ‘performance art.’ But I’m also not allowed to watch it.”

More laughter erupted, and another burst of warmth spread through me. I was pretty sure these women were my people.

“All right, confession time,” Blake said, sitting up straighter. “What’s the most ridiculous thing Logan has done for you? Like, top-tier crazy.”

I bit down on my lip, swirling the cider in my glass as a million memories flashed through my mind. How he’d hired me.The way he’d casually thrown himself into the deep end of my messy life without flinching.

“Well, he hired me after I said no to going out with him. Does that count?” I asked sheepishly.

There was a beat of silence. Then Monroe snorted, Blake spit out her drink, and Anastasia nearly fell off the couch laughing. Olivia already knew the story, but she was still grinning about it too.

“That’s so sweet,” Monroe said.

“Unhinged, but sweet,” Blake laughed, before holding up her glass.

“And yet, somehow, it’s still romantic,” Anastasia said, shaking her head in disbelief.

“If you’re watching this, I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” Blake suddenly yelled to the room.

I blinked at her and then glanced around, searching for cameras I would never have guessed were even a possibility.

* * *

LOGAN

Weights clanged around the gym, but I wasn’t paying attention to any of it. My phone was propped up on the bench next to me, the screen showing Sloane’s face as she laughed at something Blake said. Her smile was brighter than the overhead lights, and I couldn’t look away.

“York.” Lincoln’s voice cut through my focus. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t bother looking up, just flicked my fingers at the screen. “Watching some high-quality entertainment.”

Lincoln snorted and held up his own phone. “They’re funny, right?” He grinned as he turned his phone around and showed the video feed he was watching of Monroe.

Ari paused mid-rep, lowering the barbell onto the rack with a loudclang. He turned to face us, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Am I the only one actually working out here?”

“Says the guy wearing headphones so he can listen to everything Blake is saying,” Camden muttered, setting his weights down and walking over. “Who knew a girls’ night could be so educational?”

A minute later we all had our phones propped up in front of us, each showing a different live stream angle of girls’ night, courtesy of the apps we all had installed on their…phones.

“This is better than Netflix,” Walker admitted, his eyes glued to the screen.

“Does this make us creeps?” I asked.