At first, he wondered if it had all been part of some crazy dream. But when he found the two damp towels, he knew it hadn’t been. He pulled on his jeans and ran his fingers through his hair as memories of their night together flooded his brain. A sudden rush of adrenaline washed away the remaining effects of sleep, and he felt energized. Alive. He hated to admit it, but he had needed a night of really great sex. Logan bent down and picked up the towels, then carefully folded them. It had been great, hadn’t it? It was pretty obvious she’d enjoyed herself, and he’d certainly found the experience memorable. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was after a night like last night. Should he find her and say goodbye? Or maybe thank her? Or would that be assuming too much? She’d left his bed, so she must have decided their night together had come to an end. A rap on the campervan door startled him out of his thoughts, and he hurried over and opened it, hoping he’d find Sunny standing on the other side.
