She stepped off from the school bus, her mind still reeling from the unexpected encounter with Logan. The way he had asked to hug her, the gentle squeeze of his arms around her, is something she would never get over in a hurry.
As she walked through the front door, her father's worried face greeted her.
"How are you Fiona? where have you been? I've been worried sick" he exclaimed, his eyes scanning her from head to toe, he reached for her hand, held her and turned her around while taking his eyes round her body.
She felt guilt for not calling to let him know she'd be late. "I'm sorry, Dad. I lost track of time" she replied, dropping her backpack onto the floor.
Her father's expression softened, but his eyes still held a hint of concern. "Is everything okay? You're not in trouble, are y
