"What's wrong?" Logan asked.
Selina looked around but didn't see anything. She shook her head. "I just have this weird feeling someone's following us."
The man narrowed his eyes sharply, scanning behind them with a piercing gaze.
"Forget it," Selina said with a wave of her hand. "I'm wrapped up like a burrito—no way anyone could recognize me."
She tossed more ingredients into the cart.
…
Only after the two walked away did the middle-aged man step out from behind the shelves. He swallowed hard, still a little shaken. "Young Master Owen, I'm telling you, it was definitely Logan. He was shopping with some random woman!"
"Yes, yes, I swear, that woman was not Selina!"
"Of course, you can count on me..."
He hung up and snapped a few photos, a gleam of triumph in his eyes.
