#Chapter 48: Desperate Times

Logan returned about twenty minutes later looking considerably more put together. “Okay,” he said when he walked through his office door. “What did I miss?” “Your phone went off a couple times,” I pointed to where it sat on his desk. It had been more than a couple. It was ten, to be exact, all from his very unhappy wife. As innocent as our dinner had been, I was feeling pretty guilty about being part of whatever seemed to go down between the two of them last night. He picked up his phone and frowned when he saw the messages. “Oh!” He said suddenly and looked up at me. “I just realized I never messaged you back last night.” “Oh, no, it’s okay. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciated what you said,” I replied. He studied my face. I couldn’t quite read his expression, but he almost seemed…relieved? Then he gave me a nod. “So uh…what do you need from me before I head into my meeting?” He set his phone back on his desk without responding to the messages. I had a