Logan tried to focus on the numbers Thomas was rattling off, the details about some merger or acquisition that would've usually commanded his full attention. But today, his thoughts refused to stay put. Instead, they circled back to the training grounds and her.
The memory of Isabelle beneath him, the warmth of her body, the closeness of her breath—it all replayed in his mind like a vivid dream. His heart thudded against his ribs, faster than he cared to admit.
Why is this happening? he thought, frustration mingling with confusion. It wasn't like him to lose focus, and it wasn't like him to feel this way. Not even his first love had made him feel this… unsteady. There was something about Isabelle, something that pulled at him in ways he couldn't understand.
"Sir?" Thomas's voice broke through his thoughts, bringing him back to the present.
Logan blinked, clearing his throat and straightening his posture. "Yes. Continue."
