Logan came into view, his tall frame tense with the weight of an explanation he seemed reluctant to give. Isabelle could sense it immediately — the storm brewing behind his calm facade. He ran a hand through his dark hair, exhaling as though preparing himself.
"There's something I need to tell you," he began, his tone measured.
Isabelle arched a brow, waiting.
"The reason Selena is staying here," he continued, "is because of a deal I made with her father." His gaze didn't waver as he spoke, though a flicker of guilt passed through his eyes. "It was long before I met you. Her father invested heavily in one of my companies during a rough patch, and part of the agreement was… well, that Selena would have a place here whenever she needed."
Isabelle blinked, surprised. "That's it?"
Logan frowned slightly. "That's it."
She tilted her head. "And you're explaining this to me because…?"
"I don't know," he admitted, looking vaguely frustrated. "I guess I just felt like I should."
