I am beyond exhausted by the time we get home. What a b***h of a day. I send Logan a text inviting him over to our house and he immediately accepts.
In a dash, I jump through the shower, do my hair and make-up and dress in jeans and a lacy blue top. I go outside and sit on the swing, pushing myself slowly forward and back, watching the sunset while I wait for Logan.
I sense someone behind me and am immediately on alert until his scent hits my nose.
“Where’s your car?” I ask without looking behind me.
“Two blocks away, I wanted to surprise you.”
I get up from the swing and put my arms around his neck, looking up into his gorgeous eyes.
“You failed,” I whisper.
“It seems so,” he smirks as he bends down to kiss me thoroughly.
“Where are your guards?” Logan asks as his lips leave mine
