At five that evening, Logan let me off so I could run home and change. Then he sent me his address via text.
“Take your time,” he said. “I’ll order some dinner for us?”
“Uh…yeah, okay, thank you,” I gathered my things and bolted away from my desk over to Maria’s.
She was also gathering up her things, preparing to leave for the night.
“He wants us to work overtime at his house tonight,” I said.
“Huh?” She asked.
Sometimes I said things to her without presenting all the important info. “Oh, sorry. Logan. He and I are behind on work because of all the Natalie-related things we’ve been doing, so he asked if I could work overtime and wants to do it at his place for a change of view.”
Maria’s mouth formed a smile. “Uh huh, I bet do
