Monday. Kelsey Young's Apartment. Washington, DC.
KELSEY WASN'T SURE HOW she made it through burritos and drinks with the girls after their awkward as hell meeting. It was mostly a blur. She barely remembered calling Baruti to check on him and Samuel.
She stood just inside the door to her apartment and stared around the nearly empty space.
No part of her wanted to be here. Not alone. Not tonight.
How long should she wait before seeing if Logan was home? Would he mind if she invaded his apartment tonight? What if the guys were at his place?
She pulled out her phone, thumbs hovering over the keys.
It wasn't like her to be this reliant on a man. But it was hard to not lean against Logan. He was always there for her, even when he frustrated her.
Was she taking him for granted?
She clicked her texts.
At the very bottom of her screen, almost pushed out of sight, was an unread group text from her sisters. It was a late Thanksgiving text she'd never read.