Chapter 60
It was already Sunday night, and Logan still hadn't replied to her last text. She supposed she had her answer now anyway. He wasn't back for the weekend. Or maybe he was – just not interested in collecting his due for another while. She flopped onto her bed, her head hitting the pillow face-first. She used it to scream into for a few minutes, offloading some of her pent up frustrations.
He was being deliberately cruel now, ignoring her for days. With a flash of anger, she lifted her phone and entered his number. It was off. He'd turned his phone off. Her imagination conjured up images of him twisting in the sheets of some floozy – just like always, he'd said when she'd asked about his relationships.
Two could play at that game, she decided, turning her phone off. Te
