Logan toed off his muddy boots at the door and went into the house in search of coffee. He'd downed a cup before heading out for morning chores, but it hadn't been high-octane enough to make up for the restless night from having Athena under his roof and not in his bed. His brain had been all too happy to keep him awake with alternate scenarios in which he hadn't clung to his status as a gentleman. Alternate scenarios that would've left them both extremely satisfied. But he wasn't an asshole who'd take advantage of an inebriated woman. And as much as he wanted to revisit things with Athena, he didn't have any interest in being her rebound guy.
The dogs bumped at his knees in their haste to race over and assume the position beside the treat bucket.
"Yeah, yeah. I got it. Morning treats." He lifted the lid and dug a couple of biscuits out. "Wait," he ordered.