I woke up the next day, disoriented, not sure how I ended up in my room. Memories of last night’s dinner with Logan flood my mind, and I recall lying down on the couch. 

But I was alone in the house with him, which means Logan must have carried me to my room!

A smile broadly knowing, I must have been a deep sleeper! Beneath his tough exterior, Logan has a kind heart. Just then, a soft knock on the door breaks the silence, and Logan enters, his presence filling the room.

“Good morning, Nadine. Did you sleep well?” he asked in a deep husky voice that made my core...