Chapter Nineteen
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Logan rolled over and tried to ignore the annoying sound that invaded his slumber. He reached out, his eyes still closed, trying to shut off the alarm, but only managing to knock the clock, with his glasses and a book, off the nightstand. Groaning, he pulled a pillow over his head, and tried to go back to sleep. After a moment, he swore lightly under his breath, and sat up. He kicked the alarm clock with the side of his foot to shut it up while picking his glasses and pulling them onto his face. When he stood and looked down on the bed, a thought finally infiltrated his hazy dreams of a cup of coffee. "How the hell did I end up here?" He said aloud. He clearly remembered lying down on his desk to 'rest' for a second, but he didn't remember moving after that.
Logan moved out into the living room, and when he saw his office door open, he became suspicious. He never left the office door opened; it was a well-ingrained habit to shut the door behind him. When he saw the computer was still on, he cursed vividly under his breath. He never left the computer on, especially with the eyes only files on. Anyone could waltz in, as Max had told him so many times, and he could be exposed. Logan tapped the mouse to release the screensaver, and when he saw what file was open, he swore viciously. Logan knew perfectly well that he hadn't left that file open, so that only left Max, and that also explained his mysterious appearance in the bedroom.
He turned and walked out of the room, wanting to check on Max, because god knows how she reacted to seeing a picture of Zack.
When he opened the door, he was slapped with a burst of freezing air. Then he saw, with much concern, that the bed was unmade and empty. When he saw the opened window, the obvious source of the cold air, he jumped forward to stare out, as if he could find Max, who had been gone for several hours.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Logan rolled over and tried to ignore the annoying sound that invaded his slumber. He reached out, his eyes still closed, trying to shut off the alarm, but only managing to knock the clock, with his glasses and a book, off the nightstand. Groaning, he pulled a pillow over his head, and tried to go back to sleep. After a moment, he swore lightly under his breath, and sat up. He kicked the alarm clock with the side of his foot to shut it up while picking his glasses and pulling them onto his face. When he stood and looked down on the bed, a thought finally infiltrated his hazy dreams of a cup of coffee. "How the hell did I end up here?" He said aloud. He clearly remembered lying down on his desk to 'rest' for a second, but he didn't remember moving after that.
Logan moved out into the living room, and when he saw his office door open, he became suspicious. He never left the office door opened; it was a well-ingrained habit to shut the door behind him. When he saw the computer was still on, he cursed vividly under his breath. He never left the computer on, especially with the eyes only files on. Anyone could waltz in, as Max had told him so many times, and he could be exposed. Logan tapped the mouse to release the screensaver, and when he saw what file was open, he swore viciously. Logan knew perfectly well that he hadn't left that file open, so that only left Max, and that also explained his mysterious appearance in the bedroom.
He turned and walked out of the room, wanting to check on Max, because god knows how she reacted to seeing a picture of Zack.
When he opened the door, he was slapped with a burst of freezing air. Then he saw, with much concern, that the bed was unmade and empty. When he saw the opened window, the obvious source of the cold air, he jumped forward to stare out, as if he could find Max, who had been gone for several hours.