Kyle crossed the short distance between them with a chuckle that came from somewhere deep and genuine, the kind of laugh that carried relief and pride and something warmer underneath both of those things.He put his hand on Logan's shoulder, gripping it firmly, and looked at his son in law with the full, unguarded expression of a man who had stopped managing how much he showed.“Fifty million,” Kyle said, shaking his head slowly. “Logan. You just walked into this room and pulled fifty million dollars out of a painting nobody else in here could see properly.” He shook Logan’s shoulder once, still holding it. “Congratulations. That’s yours, you earned every cent of it.”Logan looked at him with a warm, steady expression.Then he shook his head.Kyle’s hand slowed on his shoulder. “What?”“It’s not mine,” Logan said.Kyle frowned. “What do you mean it’s not yours? You’re the one who found it. You’re the one who…”“You made the payment.” Logan kept his voice calm and unhurried. “Two hundr