A piercing alarm cut through Logan’s dream. Odd. That didn’t sound like the alarm he recognized. He popped his eyes opened, then reached blindly for the nightstand to stop the blare. Strangely, he didn’t feel his usual bedside clock. And where was the lamp?
“Sorry… That’s my phone.”
That was Hazel’s voice.
Logan’s eyes popped open. Hazel was in the bed beside him. She had her phone in her hands, fiddling with the screen. Soon, the alarm turned off.
“That’s my first alarm,” she said. “I always set it extra early so I can ignore it.” She blushed a little. There was a hickey on her neck. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Logan said, enamored of the sight of her and her bedhead and smudged makeup. “What time is it?”
“Five.”
“Time enough for me to stop at home, then.” He looked down at himsel
