Chapter 50
Logan’s possessions took up little room in the Honda and he stood back and quantified his thirty-nine years of life. Always on the move. Always tearing up barely formed roots in the name of progress. Logan sighed and closed the lid on evidence of his failure to settle.
Thoughts of Caroline invaded his brain, her lithe body wrapped around him and her sweet promises of fealty numbing his tired bones. “No,” Logan sighed as he screwed up the note he tried to write for his flatmates. “You’re full of lies, Caroline. You’ll never change.” He remembered the flush of his first time with her as his memory of the redheaded girl on the train dulled to a hazy, adolescent image. He didn’t know then she’d rolled in the hay with the farm boys and some closer to home. She seemed different when
