I could hear talking from downstairs, the scent of breakfast sausages wafting up to me through my open door. I rolled over but quickly realized that Logan wasn’t in bed with me. Damn. I laid there, not wanting to get up, my eyes closed against the little slivers of light that the blinds let in. I wasn’t sure how long I stayed like that before Logan came in bearing a tray loaded with breakfast, and two steaming mugs of coffee. I cracked an eye open and grinned at him, making him smile in return. “Good morning baby girl. How did you sleep?” He waited until I sat up before climbing onto the bed to sit opposite me, the tray between us. I wasted no time in reaching to take my coffee, sipping it with utter delight before I answered his question,” Morning, I slept alright.” I shrugged a little an
