Logan

Knock, knock, knock!

I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, and it was five o'clock in the morning. Peeking at the sliding glass doors, the sun wasn’t even up.

“Who is it?” Lycia asked, turning to face me, eyes still closed.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.” She nodded as I kissed the top of her head and slid out of bed. Whoever it was had better have a damn good excuse as to why they were waking me at this hour… especially ...