Dinner that evening was unusually warm and lively.
The long dining table, usually filled with quiet conversations and the occasional clink of silverware, had been taken over by Logan's animated storytelling.
He leaned back in his chair, one hand wrapped around his glass while the other moved dramatically through the air, making his story even more ridiculous with every gesture.
"I swear, I've never seen a man look so confident and so stupid at the same time," Logan said, barely holding back his laughter.
A few people around the table chuckled.
Layla narrowed her eyes at him. "What did you do this time?"
"Me? Nothing." Logan placed a hand over his chest, feigning innocence.
"I was investigating in the southern outskirts. You know how remote those villages can get. No proper roads, barely any signal, and sometimes you can drive for hours without seeing another person."
He paused deliberately.
