CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
LOGAN
Kayla sits up on her elbows and her eyes are wide. “Maybe you should answer it? What if it’s an emergency or something?”
“Fuck.” I’m annoyed. I hurry and pull some clothes out of a drawer and close the bedroom door behind me. Honestly, what the hell is so important at four in the afternoon?
I open the front door and I’m shocked when I see Maggie standing in front of me.
“Oh, hey,” I say, stepping outside, barefoot.
“Is it a bad time?” she asks.
I don’t answer, because the truth is not something I want to explain to her right now. I haven’t dated anyone since we broke up, and I’m not sure what her reaction would be. Some words are better left unsaid, which I learned a long time ago.
“Right. My boss gave me today off so I thought I would look at houses sooner
