Logan’s POV

The image of Amelia standing and waving at me as I dropped out of her apartment still lingered in my head. Her perfume was faint on my shirt, and for a second, I thought about turning around.

But I didn’t.

I had somewhere else to be.

It was almost evening when I stopped in front of Zach’s house. The lights inside were on, and the faint hum of music slipped through the open window. I could already tell he had company, but that never stopped him from teasing me whenever I ...