Aden Clarkson
Sophia gasps and takes several steps back.
Evidently, from her reaction, seeing both him and Logan at her door stoop isn't how she had planned on spending her evening.
"Nope," she says, shaking her head. "Uh-uh, this isn't fucking happening. You two can't be here."
Both Logan and him approach the entry.
She backs into a solid mass, then stumbles sideways.
"Whoa, easy there," says a man. He wraps an arm around Sophia's waist, keeping her on her feet.
Aden's eyes travel to the man's arm, which is resting on Sophia's bare skin. He lifts a single brow.
"Who is your friend, Sophia?" Aden clenches his jaws.
"That's none of your business," replies Sophia.
Aden's eyes bore straight through her.
"I think you should leave." Her voice cracks.
Anger along with sadness swirls around her.