Logan's Flower

Chapter 11

By the one a.m. I'm ready to kneel over.

"Baby, go take a nap in the office. I'll wake you when it's time to go home," Logan whispers in my ear.

I nod dutifully and shuffle to the office. I take a pillow and blanket my brother keeps in the closet next to the couch and lay down. The moment my eyes closes, I'm out. It seems like I just closed my eyes when Logan is already waking me up.

"It's time to go," Logan says softly, while I stretch. I quickly fold the blanket and stuff it back in the closet, but the moment I let the closet go, the room swirls and I stumble back. In the next moment, I'm swept in Logan's strong arms.

"Daisy, are you dizzy?" There is so much concern in Logan's voice.

"It's okay. I'm just still partially asleep."

"Are you sure?" Logan insists, still holding me. He looks tired, his ash brown hair is messier than usual and his eyes are a bit dull. That's what happens when you end your shifts after three a.m.

"I'm fine, put me down," I say more strongly.

Logan puts me back on my feet but keeps his hand on my shoulder.

"Are you feeling sick?"

I shake my head and Logan opens his mouth to say something more when someone clears his throat. We both turn to the doors, where Dean is standing and frowning at us.

"Everything all right?"

"Yes," I stay sternly, earning a frown from Logan.

"You sure?" Dean continues to survey me like I'm a piece of the puzzle.

"Yes, Dean. I'm fine. It's three in the morning and I just want to go home and sleep. So, both of you can frown as much as you want, but I'm going to the car."

I press a kiss on my brother's cheeks as I pass him and hug Zach by the kitchen door. Logan's heavy footfalls are following me as we exit the bar, assuring me that the big guy is with me.

Upon returning home, the only thing I want is to sleep. I take the quickest shower ever and put on my pajamas. But as I lay my head on the pillow, sleep don't come. Great!

Turning on the bedside lamp, I take out my tablet and start to read. I'm so into the book that the thoughts of sleep leave me completely. I climb out of the bed, the tablet still in hand and slowly walk to the kitchen trying not to bump into something as my hand absently tries to find light switches on my way.

I put the device on the counter as I take a glass out of the cupboard and fill it up, still not letting my eyes stray from the story.

"What the hell are you doing?" Drawls a low voice behind me, making me jump.

"Jesus! You scared me!" I spin around with a glass in my hand splashing its content over my pajamas.

"Logan, not Jesus," the smart-ass adds.

I roll my eyes at him and put the glass down, taking a paper towel I try to dry my top.

"Why are you up?" I ask.

"Because someone was banging on the walls, then on the cupboards and finally kept sink open for about five minutes straight. I was worried you were sick or something," Logan explains slowly.

When I don't say anything he lifts his brows expectantly. "And why aren't you sleeping?"

"Couldn't fall asleep, decided to read a book." I incline with my head in the direction of my tablet. Then, exhaling heavily, I throw the paper towel in the trash. "Now my only pajamas are wet," I mumble before drinking the whole glass in one go, as I look at Logan over the rim.