Sunday. Kelsey's Apartment. Washington, DC.
KELSEY DUNKED ANOTHER CHIP in the queso and shoved it in her mouth. Her insides were wound tight. She'd thought Logan would have something to say about her little reveal, but he'd just held her hand until the food arrived.
He hadn't brought up her reservations again.
She'd had this conversation a few times over the years. Mostly to set the proper expectations for a friends-with-benefits situation or a no-strings-attached arrangement. No one had ever second-guessed her. So why was Logan's easy acceptance bothering her?
Was it that he didn't want to keep her around that long? Or was he arrogant enough to think he could change her?
Knowing him, it was probably the latter.
So where was the grand speech?
Sometimes this man made no sense to her. None at all.
"Wow." Logan chuckled and wiped his fingers off.