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“Wait.” I sighed and reached out to grab his arm, tugging him toward the bed. “Don’t sleep in the car. You’ve been driving all day. That isn’t fair.”

He didn’t leave, but he also didn’t approach the bed.

“I’d rather sleep in the car than stay here and make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not...”

Growling in frustration, I stood abruptly from the bed and started rooting through my bag of meager possessions.

“I’m not uncomfortable. I’m just...”

When I finally located a mostly clean change of clothes, I headed for the bathroom, but stopped at the door to look back at him over my shoulder.

“Look. Every instinct I have says that you must want something from me. I can’t help it. I expect you to try and take advantage of me. So, sleep in the bed. If you do try something with me, thenit’s exactly what I expected. If you don’t, then I’ll be pleasantly surprised. It’s entirely up to you.”

Before he could respond, I slipped inside the bathroom and quickly closed the door behind me. The shower barely had any water pressure, and it didn’t get very hot, but I was more interested in the distraction of a shower than actually getting clean.

Anger prickled under my skin as I washed my hair, but I couldn’t tell who I was angry at.

Logan?

Myself?

The situation in general?

My thoughts weren’t clear enough to give me a straight answer. The emotions running through me seemed to have no rhyme or reason.

I grumbled under my breath as I finished washing my hair and scrubbed every inch of my skin with the cheap soap provided by the motel.

As the hot water ran out and my shower turned cold, so did my anger. When I finally stepped out of the shower, I was just tired.

Tired and numb, like all my emotions had disappeared down the shower drain with the rest of the water.

I just wanted to sleep. Alone or not didn’t even matter anymore. I rushed to dry myself off and put on the clean set of clothes before heading back to the bedroom.

While I’d been showering, Logan had turned off the lights and climbed into bed, laying as close to the edge of the mattress as hecould with his back facing me. I could tell he wasn’t asleep yet, but he didn’t say a word as I slipped under the sheet beside him.

For a while, I lay there in the dark, waiting for him to turn over and reach for me. I wouldn’t even care if he did. I had no emotions left, other than a numb sense of curiosity.

Yet, the minutes ticked by, and he didn’t move or even acknowledge me next to him. Eventually, I heard his breathing pattern change, and I knew he’d fallen asleep.

Turning over to face the opposite wall, I hugged the remaining pillow to my chest and closed my eyes. Part of me was relieved that he hadn’t tried to touch me, but part of me was confused and even a little disappointed.

I felt like an actor that had gone through the effort of memorizing all their lines, only to step out onto the stage and find my costar acting out an entirely different play.

I’d gladly say the right lines if someone would just give me the correct script.

Despite my earlier nap, I was still exhausted, and it didn’t take long for me to drift off to sleep.

My last thought was a vague hope that maybe everything would make more sense in the morning.

CHAPTER 11

Logan

We crossedthe next two states without incident and left the desert and mountains behind for the Great Plains. The area certainly lived up to its name.

It was great, and it was plain.

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