Chapter Twelve - Tell Me Who You Are
“Take a shower, Jillian; you’re starting to get ripe,” Logan ordered her.
They’d checked into their motel room at an unusually busy stop adjacent to a major intersection of US Highways—not his usual operating procedure. Thankfully, their room was at the back of the two-story motor hotel, and there wasn’t a soul in sight when she moved from the truck to their accommodations at the top of the stairs, still naked, her shackles clanging all the way. At least the place was clean, a whole heck of a lot better than the dives they’d stayed in to that point.
“I’m not surprised. I stink,” she said, as she massaged her chaffed wrists. It was her first time out of cuffs since Mexico and, oddly, it didn’t feel right. However, she wasn’t going to argue about any
