Chapter 50
The walk back to her car was filled with uncertainty and haunting memories. He'd been so aloof, so untouchable with all that 'Ms. Ellis' crap. She'd wanted to reach out so many times and just smack his face for treating her like some stranger when he'd been closer to her than anyone, and that included her own mom, for which she felt an answering twinge of guilt.
She'd gotten only a few yards from the hotel door when she heard steps running behind her and whirled. Logan. She smiled, thinking he'd come to his senses and regretted his coldness earlier. In confusion she watched as he pressed a coin purse – her coin purse – into her hand and turned around without saying a word, heading back towards the hotel.
“Logan?” Damn her mouth.
He turned around, his eyebrow raised in
