Chapter 48 Desperate Times

• Logan returned about twenty minutes later looking considerably more put together. “Okay,” he said when he walked through his office door. “What did I miss?”
• “Your phone went off a couple times,” I pointed to where it sat on his desk. It had been more than a couple. It was ten, to be exact, all from his very unhappy wife. As innocent as our dinner had been, I was feeling pretty guilty about being part of whatever seemed to go down between the two of them last night.
• He picked up his phone and frowned when he saw the messages. “Oh!” He said suddenly and looked up at me. “I just realized I never messaged you back last night.”