He went to pull the pillow over his head instead before he realized what had woken him. Bloody phone. He reached for it, sitting up as he also realized that he was alone in his bed when he should have had a gorgeous blonde tucked up beside him. Where on earth had she gone so early in the morning? “Hello,” he muttered, shutting his eyes again as he hit the pillow. “Tell me the media have gone crazy and lost their minds?” Logan groaned as he recognized his best friend, Brett’s, voice, before sitting back up again and pulling his jeans on so he could see if Candace was still in the house. He tripped over his dog, who was looking at him like he was the crazy one. He did that a lot lately, especially in the morning, and he had no idea why. “Logan?” “Sorry. What have you seen?” He checked the kitchen and living area, before ducking into the bathroom. All empty. Crap! How had he managed to sleep through her leaving? “Oh, you know, just you leaving Nick’s Seafood restaurant with Candace-freaking-Evans, and then her spotted arriving back at her hotel at about three this morning looking mighty disheveled.”
