ALREADY?
LOGAN
I glanced at my phone on the way home and frowned at the blank screen. Well, it wasn’t completely blank. There were texts there, but none from Taylor. I texted her that morning and a few more times since we started home.
My d**k was hard just thinking about her.
If I were someone like Nate, I’d be insecure—worried she must’ve changed her mind or there was another dude. He thought things like that, but that wasn’t me. I glanced down at my man and felt him nod in agreement. We were both confident. It wasn’t me.
Something was wrong.
“What’s wrong?”
I looked over at Nate in the driver’s seat. He volunteered to do the last leg because Sam was sleeping in the back, all curled up with Mason. Both Nate and I knew Mase wasn’t going to drive. It was only three hours, but he was
