CHAPTER THIRTEEN
LOGAN
I wake up with a cold nose rubbing against my cheek and a kink in my neck. Peeling an eye open, I see Herman directly in front of me, wagging his tail, obviously eager to go outside. He nudges me with his nose again, and once I manage to peel myself off the couch, I slip my jeans on and lead Herman to the door.
“Come on, boy.”
He follows me out, and I stretch as I wait for him to finish his business. The air is hot and humid already, the California sun blaring down at me as I try and massage the knot out of my shoulder.
Despite sleeping on the couch, I slept quite well. For the first time in weeks.
“That’s a good boy,” I kneel and praise him as he runs back to me. I pat his head and ruffle his fur along his face. “Let’s get you some breakfast.”
After refilling
