Free Remorseless (Fractured Farrells: A Damaged Billionaire Series Book 3) by Mallory Crowe Page B

far and that she didn’t even understand why it happened.
    Logan didn’t need a reason. He hadn’t gotten laid in years. Of course, once she started to do things like touching his chest without permission, he would assume he could take it a step forward. But she couldn’t be the woman who was going to scratch that itch. Things had gone on far enough and she needed to make it clear that nothing else would happen between them.
    Now it was more important than ever to set boundaries.
    And that was what she was going to do. From now on, she would be perfectly respectable. She just had no idea what Logan was going to expect the next morning...

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    J ulie woke up all at once. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up in bed, looking around the room. Sure enough, Logan was in his bed. He was on his side, back facing her. But he was there. She’d tried to stay awake long enough so she’d be awake when he got in, but after about two hours, exhaustion had taken over and she’d fallen into sleep.
    She glanced at the alarm clock. It was six in the morning. Still early, but considering how early she’d gone to bed, it was more than enough sleep for her body. It was then that Julie noticed the other new addition to the room. Three shopping bags sat at the foot of Logan’s bed. So that’s where he went last night. At least he probably wasn’t getting into trouble.
    The bags were from one of those big-box stores that was open twenty-four hours a day. Not her first choice for dressing a Farrell, but it had to be better than his current selection of two T-shirts and two pairs of sweatpants.
    Julie inched out of bed and crept over to the bags. The receipt poked out of one of the bags and she tugged it out. The faint light from the bathroom wasn’t bright enough for her to read the receipts, so she moved closer to the vanity area next to the bathroom to get a better view. A few shirts and pants. Underwear, socks, shoes, and a few other necessities. And he’d paid for it on her card. Great. Nothing like realizing how easy it was for Logan to use her credit card.
    She folded up the receipt and started to slip it back into the bag.
    “Find what you were looking for?” asked Logan.
    She jumped back and tried to keep herself from looking guilty. She hadn’t done anything wrong. “I was curious. How long have you been awake?”
    “Since you sat up. Believe it or not, I’m a light sleeper.”
    Oh yeah. The whole prison thing. “I’m sorry I woke you up. It’s early and you were out late. Go back to bed.”
    “What are you going to do?”
    She blinked at the question. It didn’t really matter what she was going to do. “I’m going to go back to bed too.” She probably wouldn’t get any sleep, but if it helped Logan get back to sleep, she would stare at the ceiling for a while. At least they had gone a whole minute without discussing the disaster of what happened last night.
    She climbed back into her bed and stared at the ceiling, studying the patterns made by the water damage. Once that became boring, she tried to close her eyes. Maybe she would be able to fall back asleep...
    Nope. That wasn’t working. She turned on her side, facing the closed curtains in front of the window, but the bright sunlight starting to stream through the seams was too distracting.
    She turned on her other side, this time facing Logan’s bed. It was darker on this side, but she kept opening her eyes to see what Logan was doing. He was still facing away from her and not moving. Was he sleeping again already? Was he one of the types who could fall asleep and wake up just like that?
    She adjusted the covers, which were now tangled after all her tossing and turning, and she got her answer.
    Logan groaned and turned over to face her. “Everything okay over there?”
    “I’m just trying to get comfortable.”
    “You were fine all night.”
    “Well, unconscious me is easier to please than conscious me.”
    “You don’t have to go