Chapter Twenty Three
“Jackie, wake up.”
“No,” I swatted the hand on my shoulder and rolled away, only to face-plant into beige carpet. I sat up, my body feeling logier than usual, not responding to my commands. “Ouch. Where am I?”
“My apartment,” Logan murmured. “I thought you’d left hours ago.”
“Hours?” I squinted up at him. He was a dark shadow against th…
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