SHITSTORM
TAYLOR
“You and Logan Kade?”
I was letting myself inside my house the next morning when Jason materialized in the hallway, already inside. I looked up, my keys still in the door, and shook my head. “Like you’re one to preach.” Last night’s events came rushing back to me, and I yanked the keys out, slamming the door behind me. “That was a shitstorm, Jason.”
His scowl lessened a notch as he shoved his hands into his pockets and slouched down. “I know I’m screwed. You don’t have to remind me.”
“I told you to come here to regroup, figure out your next move. Not to think about how pissed you are at my choice of bedmate.”
“Speaking of bedmate.” He tapped his wrist where a watch would’ve been. “It’s nine in the morning. You stayed with him?”
“Yes.” I leveled him with a hard look.
