and he struggled out of bed. Thoughts of Jayna had stayed out of his mind, but dreams of trying to find his way in a blinding snowstorm had haunted him for most of the night. He needed to go down to work before picking Jayna up at eleven. But a shower and a shave were at the top of his agenda. The hot water barely touched his tense muscles so he turned it off and stepped out into the humid room. As the steam cloud cleared away, the mirror in front of him slowly revealed his haggard face. He hadn’t looked this bad since he’d been trapped for forty-eight hours in a snowstorm only to come home to find out his dad had died. Lathering up over the sink, he grimaced at his reflection and started to shave some of the gruffness away. He began to feel a bit better, but his eyes still held a look of exhaustion. Grunting in disgust, he turned away from the sink. That was enough dwelling on his appearance, it was time to go down to the store and work himself into oblivion for a few hours. Logan’s assistant manager came in at ten-thirty so he prepared to leave.
