“Identify yourself, sir.” Grinning, I scoot closer so the camera can see my face. “Evening, Mrs. Ivers. Or morning, I guess.” “Mrs. Ivers lives in Florida. Call me Josie.” I swallow a laugh. “Josie. I’m Logan.” Another gasp. “The Logan?” “Yes, Mom. The Logan,” Grace confirms with a sigh. Josie looks from me to Grace, then puts on a stern face. “Sweetie, I’d like a moment alone with Mr. Logan. Go take a walk or something.”
