Chapter 87
Her heels clacked on the pavement as she power walked, her dress hiked up to her calves. What a picture she must make. Why did she always have to go and ruin things? Her mother's words burned in the back of her mind and she knew she'd messed up. As usual. The park was quiet this time of night, and she found herself sitting on a bench next to an old man sleeping. Snoring softly, he clutched a pampered looking dog to his chest.
Pulling her phone from the pocket of her short jacket, she made a fist of her other hand, shoving it into her mouth. She wanted to curl up and cry when there wasn't so much as one text from Logan. Nothing. So, he'd finally grown tired of chasing her. She couldn't say she blamed him. She was tired running. First Taylor's indiscretions had force
