The last time she’d been so low was when she’d finally accepted that she’d never see her dad again or have a real family to come home to. That chapter of her life was over. No matter how much she might have wanted things to be different, or back to where they’d once been, it wasn’t going to happen. She shook out the garments she’d arrived in seven days earlier, recalling how she’d stripped for Logan, dropping them on the outside walk. Blades of grass stuck to the black top, grit to her linen shorts. She pressed the items to her face, hoping to smell him on them. As luck would have it, Logan came into the master bedroom at just that moment. No doubt to see what was keeping her. She was still naked, not even having taken a shower yet. He, on the other hand, was scrubbed fresh, dressed in a navy tee and jeans, hair combed and face shaven, though not by her. That part of their deal was over. Tessa’s soul ached. Her face warmed at how idiotic she must look, trying to catch his scent on her stuff.
