Thursday. Senate Office Buildings. Washington, DC.
IT WASN'T EVEN NINE in the morning and Kelsey wanted to hit the do-over button on her day. It had started by spilling coffee on her pants, then she'd missed the train, dropped her bag on the stairs.
She was distracted, and it was Logan's fault.
Who answered their door in a towel?
She hunched over her desk and wiggled her still frozen toes.
Logan could sure warm her up.
Nope. No. Stop that right now.
Kelsey shook her head.
She could admire him, but she couldn't touch. There was no crossing the line with him. Logan had already proven that he was one of those guys that couldn't stomach a woman in danger. Maybe he didn't realize it, but those were the facts. If he could remove a woman from the equation, he would.