I found that despite being physically exhausted, I was too keyed up and couldn"t sleep. We went for another round by the Midtown and the Sierra Oak addresses with the same result. The only difference was the tension inside the car and the fact there were no lights on at the Midtown address this time around. By the time we returned to the hotel, it was past midnight. For someone who had been awake since before dawn, I shouldn"t have had any trouble sleeping.
I flipped and flopped like a beached fish and envied Logan"s easy sleep.
For a long hour, while Logan breathed softly on his side of the bed, I tossed and turned and punched my pillow. How could he fall asleep so fast? That wasn"t fair. Fair? Such a foreign word, a non-existing sentiment in my life this past decade.
Was he faking it?
