A weary smile touched his face, and Logan looked as exhausted as I felt. “I’m not a good man.”
I bit my lip. Why didn’t he think he was a good man? Should I be scared?
I knew the answer to the second question the moment it entered my mind. Hell, yeah, I should be scared.
“Will I be driving you to work tonight?” he asked.
“Do you want to?”
“Yes.” No hesitation there.
A slight pause on my end, then, “Okay.”
I was a stupid, stupid girl.