He does.
Because if he doesn’t—
I lose him.
And that’s not an acceptable outcome.
Not anymore.
“Logan—”
“Trust me.”
The words cut through everything.
Not force.
Not command.
Trust.
And damn it—
He’s earned that.
In the same way I have.
I exhale.
Sharp.
Controlled.
“Fine.”
A beat.
“On my mark.”
Silence stretches between us.
Tight.
Loaded.
Because we both know—
This is the moment.
Another shift.
Another risk.
Another chance for everything to go wrong.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Always.”
