#Chapter 180: Unknowns

Abby Logan’s smirk unsettles me. It feels as though he somehow has the upper hand in a game I didn’t even know we were playing. “I don’t understand, Logan. What are you talking about?” My voice is steady, but inside, I feel anything but. Logan leans against the door frame, casual as ever. “Ken didn’t tell you?” He raises an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I thought after our chat on the day of the cook-off, he would fill you in.” “Fill me in on what, exactly?” I press, my heart pounding. Karl had mentioned a ‘misconception’ that day, that he had tried to change Logan’s mind but couldn’t, but that was as much as I knew. And yet, the way Logan is looking at me, like he’s got a secret that he isn’t telling, is downright infuriating. He shrugs, the smirk still there. “It’s not my place. But, Abby, you should probably have a conversation with your ‘sous chef.’ I’m not one to repeat myself.” And with that, he turns on his heel and