Lycia

“Good morning, Love.” Logan kissed my shoulder as bright morning sunshine streamed in through the window.

But I slid out of our bed and slipped into my beige silk robe, ignoring his advances. “I’m sorry, Logan but I tried to get hold of my parents and Seven several times last night and they never called me back.”

I lifted my phone off the counter and looked again. Nothing. No voice messages. Nothing. This wasn’t like them.

Logan quickly closed ...