Alyssa
The next morning, I left Logan sleeping on his bed, dressed, and gave him a light kiss on the forehead, careful not to wake him. He rolled over, smiling, and hugged his pillow. I loved watching him sleep. I hated to leave him, and wished I could climb back into bed with him, but I had appointments on the book. Since I had moved to New York, word had spread quickly and business was booming. A twinge of guilt pulled at my chest, because I knew a lot of it had to do with Curt.
Eying the notepad and pen on Logan's dresser, I quickly scribbled a note.
My Dearest Logan:
Thanks for dinner. I especially liked the 'main course'. Come to my place for dinner tonight and no complaining about my cooking! LOL!
Until Then,
Allie
It was funny. He was the one who started calling me Allie, bu
