There was a low, disbelieving scoff from the other end, the kind that made me wince even though he couldn’t see me. “I honestly don’t know what surprises me more,” Logan said. “The fact that you, the guy who lectures everyone about discipline and routine, actually slept until ten in the morning or that you’ve been lying there all this time, deliberately refusing to answer the damn door while I’ve been standing out here like an idiot.”
I exhaled hard, dragging a hand down my face as if that would scrub away the irritation building in my chest. “Jesus Christ! What do you want, man?”
“Open the door,” he said flatly, his patience clearly gone.
“Don’t f*****g tell me what to_”
But the line went dead before I could finish, leaving me with nothing but the quiet hum of the disconnected call an
