Chapter Twenty-Two
Before I’d even had the conversation with Danielle—as bizarre as it was—I’d decided that I need to put some space between Logan and me. Weirdly, I believed her—even if she’d admitted to following me—but I wasn’t buying her rationale for calling me. What she’d said about Mae seemed to be just as valid for Danielle—she didn’t do anything that didn’t serve herself.
Still, I had to admit—her timing for reaching out was spot-on and helped bolster my decision. Now, I just needed to put it into action.
It seemed as though it took forever to make my way to Logan’s—chalk it up to L.A. traffic—but I heaved a sigh of relief when I finally arrived, carefully parking a safe distance away. After letting Nicoh out to stretch his legs and do all things doggy, I glanced over my should
