(Julia)
Staring at my hands, I saw that they were slowly healing. Logan's grip on them had left bruises. I was glad that they were fading because he would have been beating himself up for this, and I didn't want that.
He's not the abusive type. He may be strict, but he was never abusive to me, so I wasn't going to start believing that he was.
After feeding and changing Tyla, she fell asleep once more.
I placed her in the crib and looked around, wondering if I should go back to bed or remain here.
Logan didn't want to admit the fact that he was jealous. I knew that it was because of seeing me and Wray dancing.
Why on earth would I still have feelings for Wray?
I'm now a married, mated woman who has a daughter. I don't have time to cheat regardless of my age.
I groaned. This wa
