Friday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.
AS IF THIS JOB wasn't tricky enough, now Kelsey was avoiding Logan as well.
She peered around the rear entry to the large home. Never in her life had she imagine there would be house help here. Just a housekeeper and someone tidying up, but still.
No Logan.
At least, not yet.
She'd lain awake far too long last night, missed her window to get on the train in time, and had decided to just splurge on a cab ride. She was glad that she had. Her driver had been a sweet older man who didn't mind the silence. She'd used that time to center herself and get her head in the game.
Now if only she could keep her head there and not stray back to Logan.
She'd lasted all of two minutes upon arriving, stressing over where he might be.
He hadn't come to her door last night. There'd been no text or follow-up about carpooling. Just silence. Which struck her as strange.