6. Logan
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LOGAN
Daphne never responded to my picture. I hope I didn’t offend her with my teasing. She rarely gets offended by sexual innuendo and is often the first to make an innocent comment dirty with a “That’s what she said.” It’s one thing I love about her.
I’m packing up my gear for my trip. I guess I’ll shoot her a text now since I’ll be out of touch soon.
Me: Hey, got a minute?
Daphne: Hi. Yeah, driving to work. Using voice to text so anything weird is the car’s fault. I’m not suddenly incontinent.
Let’s assume she meant illiterate.
Me: I may be hard to reach for a couple days, so wanted to check in and wish you a wonderful time this weekend.
Daphne: Where are you going?
Me: Checking out things and doing a lot of editing. You know how I lose track of time.
Daphne: Oh. Okay. When are you leaving Prague?
Me: Soon.
Daphne: Where are you going Nexium?
Me: Next? Not sure. Still figuring things out.
Daphne: See, you need me. I’d have everything planned for you. You’d just have to show up. I can turn around and go home now and start planning.
Me: Lol, you truly don’t want to go to work, do you?
Daphne: Nope.
Me: So do something else.
Daphne: I’m thinking about it.
My brows lift. Daphne hates change, so for her to even be thinking about it is a big deal.
Daphne: I’m pulling in. Now to go waste eight hours. I need a blow job. Have a good one.
Me: Me too. Bye.
Somewhere in my brain, I notice what I just wrote, but louder alarm bells are ringing out all over, and I’m trying not to panic.
She’s ready for a change. Finally. And I’m not there. If she jumps when I’m not around, some other guy may catch her. Liam might catch her. And never let her go.