Capítulo 277: Chapter 277: Logan

Sunday. Logan's Apartment. Washington, DC.

LOGAN'S RIGHT ARM WAS completely asleep, and the numbness was moving into his shoulder. He figured that wasn't really a problem until it got to his left. Though by then he'd likely have to extract himself to take a piss.

When was the last time he'd slept this late?

Ever since he was a kid, he'd been expected to get up early. His mother had believed in starting the day with mindful meditation, and that happened before the bakery opened for the day. To Logan as a kid, that had translated as a lot of sitting on a worn rug on the patio facing the still-sleeping sun while his stomach growled. Later, he'd turned that time into long runs, conditioning his body for sports. Once he'd been activated and overseas, that early morning time was often the only quiet he got. Now it was just habit.

He turned his head and looked down at Kelsey.