HOLLY
This time around it was I who performed the stealth-exit. I was the one who woke before the crack of dawn, gathering my things to silently slip from Dylan’s apartment.
He’d promised me breakfast. In the fashion of a true gentleman, he’d promised me a ride home as well. Still, as temping as it was to stick around for an inevitable third round of love-making, I wanted to be home, stretching out in my own shower. Letting the heated water run over me, maybe even cleansing me of last night’s sins.
Yeah… right.
Besides, I wanted to get going while the going was good. And it was Sunday. I had things to do. Lists to fulfill. Clients, whose shopping needs had to be satisfied…
Oh s**t! Logan!
The thought didn’t hit me until I was halfway home, checking the text messages on my phone. One
