It was close to three in the morning when we tried sneaking inside.
Mason and I were tiptoeing in when the kitchen light turned on. Logan stood in the hallway that led to the bedrooms and raised an eyebrow.
“Where have you two been?” He pointed to the front of the house. “I know you didn’t just get here, because I didn’t see any headlights.”
Mason straightened up, holding my hand behind his back. “What we were doing and where we were is none of your business.”
Logan crossed his arms over his chest. “I was worried.”
“I texted you that we were fine.”
“Sam runs off, literally, and you take off four hours later to pick her up. I get one text from you an hour ago saying you were fine.” Logan shook his head, tsking at us. “Not cool, bro. I’m a part of your relationship. I don’t get where y
