After working for a whole month, I finally realized just how swamped Logan was.
He showed up at the office sharp at eight a.m. like clockwork, and even leaving at eight p.m. counted as leaving early for him.
Even with that insane workload, he still dragged himself out of bed at six every morning to work out.
No wonder his eight-pack was rock solid.
After my appetite was through the roof and I put on seven or eight pounds, I asked him to wake me up so I could exercise with him.
He pinched the soft squish of fat on my waist and clicked his tongue.
"A little extra weight is good. Chubby people are blessed."
I smacked a pillow straight into his face for that.
It was brutal sticking to the routine at first, but once I got used to it, waking up early actually made me feel refreshed all
