Chapter 256: Kelsey

Thursday. Kelsey's Apartment. Washington, DC.

KELSEY SLAMMED THE FRONT door to her apartment shut and locked the door. No doubt Logan was hot on her heels.

Damn.

She should have gone somewhere, but autopilot had kicked on and she'd rushed straight home.

Her heel caught on the doormat and she stumbled, almost headlong into the bar. She caught herself and with a growl kicked one shoe off, then the other. She straightened and pressed her hands to her eyes, blocking out all the light.

Immediately her mind supplied the memory of Logan's stubble scraping her chin and cheek. Next came the firm press of his mouth.

"Shit," she croaked and dropped her hands.

What had gotten into her? What had she done?

Kelsey yanked at the bow under her chin. The damn thing was strangling her. And why was the apartment so hot?

She stalked to the hall and eyed the thermostat as she attacked the buttons on her blouse.

The thermostat was as it should be. Squarely on seventy.