The last place Olivia wanted to be the next morning was at work. But she had responsibilities to her clients, Logan Graham among them.

Logan. Her heart clenched at the thought of him, the worry lines that had been a permanent fixture on her face since the night before deepening. Ryan had ruined something beautiful when he showed up in her apartment, and she didn’t know how to get it back. Love at first sight...

Her desk was a mess, and there was a new paralegal standing in her doorway: hesitant, anxious, almost painfully eager to please. Olivia looked up at her, already exasperated. Ryan, exerting his control as her boss, had apparently cut Olivia out of the hiring process. She’d interviewed no one—hadn’t even been given the chance—and this woman wouldn’t have been her first choice. Not that she cared. At this point she just wanted to get through the day so she could turn her energy to looking for Logan.

“Come in,” she said finally, waving the dark-haired woman to the chair by the desk. “You’ll need to get used to the chaos. And learn how to help me control it.”

She shuffled through her papers. “I had your resume here somewhere. What is your name?”

“Victoria Hull. It’s nice to meet you.” The woman made a half-hearted attempt to extend a hand, looked at Olivia, and withdrew it.

“Look, Victoria. I’ll be frank. I’ve got a mess here. Melissa, my- the previous paralegal, left abruptly. I’m under some pressure here, on a lot of fronts, and things have gotten a bit out of control. I’m trying to keep things—really important things—from falling through the cracks.”

She cooped up a stack of envelopes and papers. “What I’d like you to start with is this. IT’s mail from the last few days. Open it, look for notices of filings, requests for information, anything that needs my attention. Date stamp it and put it back on my desk. The rest, correspondence and such, date stamp and save. I’ll look through it later.”

Victoria took the pile of papers from Olivia, rifling through the mess. “Anything you’re looking for in particular?”

“Yes, actually. Anything to do with the Graham-Ashton case. Here’s a case file. It was just filed, and I’m hoping for a quick reply from Ashton, though there may be a counter claim. But really anything on that case is top priority.”

Just saying Logan’s name sent a flood of emotions through Olivia. Chief among them, at the moment, was the smoldering anger directed at Ryan. And, if she was honest, anger at herself, for letting things with Ryan get so far out of hand. She’d spend most of her sleepless night berating herself for letting Ryan manipulate her so thorough. She had yet to think about facing him, but it was inevitable. Sooner or later, she would have to deal with Ryan. After I get the paralegal settled.

“I’m going to ask you to sit in with me on client meetings as well. We have one scheduled at ten in the conference room.” Olivia’s frown deepened. Victoria was shaking her head.

“Mr. Marshall asked that I not do that. At least for now. He said he’d let me know when I could start sitting in.” Victoria’s final words trailed off into a whisper.

Olivia’s fingers went white-knuckled with tension against the top of her desk, a flush of anger rising in her cheeks. From the look on Victoria’s face, she was pretty sure her reaction was obvious. She took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out slowly. It wasn’t the paralegal’s fault, after all.

Forcing smile onto her face, she relaxed her hands and folded them demurely in front of her. “Fine. We’ll work up to that. For now, take the mail and the file. If you have questions, ask me. If I’m not here, ask Lori, Mr. Marshall’s paralegal. She’s been here longer than anyone, so she’ll know what to do.”

Olivia rose, but Victoria remained seated, looking at Logan’s file. Olivia resisted the urge to tap her foot. At the moment, she wanted to see Ryan, to ask him why he was taking over the training of her paralegal on top of everything else. She took another deep breath.

“Is this the Logan Graham from Revival?” Victoria asked, her eyes widening as she read. “I’ve wanted to see them in concern for so long, but all the US dates have been sold out for months. And they’re heading back to Europe, like, next week, so there goes my chance till the next tour.” She sighed. “He has such an amazing voice, too.”

“It is. But he’s not here to sign autographs; he’s here as a client. Don’t forget that. And don’t start all that in front of Ryan. Our firm handles a lot of high profile clients, and the partners expect complete professionalism.”

“Of course,” Victoria said, apparently finally realizing that Olivia was waiting on her and gathering up the files and papers to head for the door.

“Thank you, Victoria.” Olivia all but pushed the woman out of her office, closing the door behind her. She was angry at Ryan for so many things, but Victoria’s comment about the tour made her heart leap.

She could find Logan by his tour schedule. It was so simple, an answer right there in front of her, but she’d been so overwhelmed by what had happened, by Ryan’s sudden and utterly unexpected appearance at her door the night before. By his almost delusional statements about wanting her long before she’d become involved with Logan. It all made her sick to her stomach.

And then Logan had been there in the open doorway, watching as Ryan held her. Kissed her. Touched her. She didn’t know how much he’d seen—or heard—but it had obviously been enough that he’d decided he didn’t need to know the rest of the story.

She sat down again behind her desk, running a quick search for Revival’s schedule. It wasn’t difficult to find; the band’s website was the first result. They were playing one more show in the states, in Boston. In... Olivia glanced down at her watch. Less than eight hours.

“Damn.” Her calendar was booked full through the end of the day. There was no way she could get to Boston for the concern. And, as Victoria had said, it was sold out.

She scrolled further down the page. There were concerts listed in Europe, the first in London in just a few days. It was also listed as sold out. But there was one in Scotland, in Inverness, the day after that, at what appeared to be a fairly small venue, and by some miracle there were tickets left. She clicked on the link and scanned quickly through the information, hear heart racing. One more click, one more link, and she had what she wanted. A ticket to the concert.

Now, I just need a flight. And to tell Ryan she was taking off from work. Which wasn’t going to go well.

The flight proved to be costly, but doable. She booked it for the day after next and leaned back in her chair. She had no real plan other than to get to Inverness, but at least she knew she’d be in the same place as Logan. For the hundredth time that day, she dialed his cell phone. It went straight to voicemail, and she left the same message she’d left so many times over the past twelve hours.

“Logan. Please. Please call me. I can explain. It wasn’t what you thought.”

There was nothing more she could do... Except face Ryan.