Yawning, Logan rolled over, her hand sliding off the bed and smacking the ground. She grunted before pulling it back onto the bed. The dull throb was more irritating than painful. She felt like she could sleep for a year and part of her wished she could. Blinking a few times, the room came into focus.
The dresser on the left had a large TV on it and the drawers were open, some clothes were hanging out. Sawyer didn’t strike her as the messy type, at least not after they shared the hotel and Sawyer folded her clothes – even Logan’s. Slowly Logan sat up and rubbed her eyes. Pushing to her feet she stepped toward the door. The sound of a man’s voice carried down the hall, but it wasn’t Quinn’s. Sawyer didn’t sound pleased as she let out a soft growl.
“Just think about it,” his voice purred
