CHAPTER TWELVE
KAYLA
I wake up with a smile after hearing all about Logan’s drug bust, and I’m excited to see him again. I even leave for work early, but traffic was bumper to bumper on the interstate and made me ten minutes late. As soon as I walk in, my boss is leaning against my office door with a scowl on his face. It takes everything in my power not to ask what his problem is this morning. I swear he searches for things to complain about, and each day, that becomes more obvious.
“Late again, Sinclair,” he says, tapping his watch.
“I’m sorry. There was an accident on the interstate that was unavoidable.” I reach for the handle, making him move out of my way and don’t make eye contact as I walk into my office. He follows me inside almost as if he’s provoking me. I was in such a grea
