I was losing my damn mind. That was the only reason I could see for why I’d agreed to Logan’s little plan, why I’d been on edge last few days, waiting for a text message from him. He’d specifically made sure I could get texts on my phone before we parted on Monday, and now I was checking the damn thing all the time like some teenager with a crush. Which I wasn’t. And to be honest, the kid didn’t really need my help.
