Chapter 36

Logan’s POV

I made my way into the diner. The place was quiet as usual, having just a few number of people. It was past 3 o’clock.

I spotted my father as he stood out in the space. He waited in a corner booth. I studied the man whom I shared blood with. Money and laziness seemed to agree with him. His hair was highlighted by the Italian sun, and the deep tan that lined his face gave him a character he didn’t really have.

He was a tall man, and wore his designer clothes well. Today he was clad in a Ralph Lauren red sweater, black pants, and leather loafers. His dark eyes held a slight sheen of alcohol-induced humor. Probably a cocktail before confronting his long lost son.

As I slid into the booth, I noted the similarities in our faces and bone structure. I shuddered. What I dreaded most in life was sitting right across from him. The possibility of becoming my father.

“Logan, good to see you,” he spoke.

“So what brings you down here and why