Chapter Seven
Logan was stiff from the little sleep he’d managed to get. Then again, he had slept on the sofa, which was way too short for him, and he had spent the entire night reliving how Julia had reacted to him getting help, going so far as to call off the wedding. He couldn’t believe how she had lost it—and all because he didn’t tell her about that damn shrink his brother insisted he start seeing.
He glanced over at the hallway when he heard rustling, then footsteps coming down the hall. He could tell it was Julia by the slight shuffle she did in the morning. There was a hesitation in her step, and any fool could feel the anxiety and stressful energy that filled the house. He listened to the bathroom door close. So she was hiding from him now.
Logan tossed back the blanket and wen
