CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Josie turned around quickly tracing the sound to a room where an expensive antique lay shattered on the floor.

Logan stood a few feet away, his face pale and his hands trembling slightly. He glanced up at Josie and she could read the guilt in his eyes which infuriated him more.

"I'm so sorry, Josie," Logan began, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to—"

"How could you?" Josie cut him off. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Logan swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the fragments of the vase scattered across the floor. "It was an accident. I swear, I didn't do it on purpose. I just tripped, and—"

"Accidents," Josie interrupted, her voice rising. "It's always an accident with you. Every time you come near something important, you destroy it."

Logan flinched at her words, the hurt evident on his face. "I know it looks bad, but I didn't do it intentionally. I care about you and your family. I would never want to hurt you like this."

Josie shook her head. "But you have, Logan.