CHAPTER FIVE
LOGAN
For the rest of the weekend, I find myself thinking about Kayla way more than I should’ve been. She’s such a good person. So inspiring by how she dedicates her time to the soup kitchen and animal shelter. The more I think about her, the more I know she deserves someone who can give her everything she wants. No drama, no baggage, no complications.
As I pour another coffee refill into my travel mug—because it’s been that kind of day—I think back to the dreams that have been keeping me up the past few nights. I don’t want to think about them, but I know the longer I pretend they aren’t happening, the more I’m going to have them.
And I need some f*****g sleep.
Have I mentioned how much I dislike Mondays?
“Knight!” I hear behind me. Putting the lid back on my mug, I tur
