Tuesday.
KELSEY PEERED OVER THE seat at the dazed young man bound and gagged in the back of the car. She'd seen Felecia nail the guy with a baseball bat, but Kelsey had assumed the helmet had protected him. Now she was worried the kid had a concussion. Could be that or fear. He had to know getting caught was bad news for him.
Did he have any idea who he'd attacked tonight? Or why?
"He moving?" Harper asked.
"Not even a little." She twisted to face forward.
He tilted the rearview mirror so he could see her face. "Thanks for checking on me back there."
His words stung, though they dripped with sarcasm.
She'd hoped Harper wouldn't remember her coming out of Logan's apartment.
What did she say? What could she say?
Kelsey wasn't ready to commit to Logan. Suddenly things were happening fast around them. She was drowning in feelings she didn't know how to deal with and then add Logan to the mix? It was too damn much. She was suffocating under the pressure of it all.