Chapter Thirty-Seven
Trina’s POV
I hear footsteps echoing in the hallway, and hastily, I push back the folders I got to in the third drawer, moving to the other part of the closet before the doors push open. My breath catches in my throat and I count to ten in my head, calming myself before grabbing Anne’s traveling bag, and tossing out all the clothes onto the black rug. I sit on the floor just as the door to the closet gets open and I feel Logan approach.
His scent washes through me almost immediately but I don’t look up from the clothes as I sort them out by color, working as fast as possible so I don’t have to be stuck in the same room with him for too long. I hear him release a sigh through his lips, and all of my being stills as he stops beside me. Logan doesn’t want me doing this
