CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
LOGAN
I slam my fist into the punching bag and ignore the sting it sends down my arm. After the police academy, I’ve taken it easy and my body is feeling it. I eat healthy and stay active when I can, but I haven’t felt the need to punch anything this hard in years.
Saying goodbye to Kayla was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. That includes the boot camp training that nearly killed me, the tour I did overseas, the shooting that happened during my first year as a cop—none of those come close to how hard letting Kayla go felt.
I’d been worried for a couple weeks that Kayla was only with me out of guilt. The s*x was always great between us, but something was missing. My love for her never changed, but hers would always be different now. I couldn’t live with myself anymore
