Lynn's POV:
I wake to sunlight streaming through the windows and Logan's steady breathing beside me. For a moment, I just lie there, taking in the surreal reality of my situation.
I have a casual arrangement with my impossibly attractive neighbor. Charles thinks he's getting away with planning my murder. And in three weeks, I'm going to spring the trap that will destroy him.
My life has become absolutely insane.
But lying here in Logan's arms, I can't bring myself to regret any of it.
Logan stirs, his eyes opening to meet mine. "Morning."
"Morning," I echo, suddenly shy.
"Regrets?" he asks softly.
"None." I trace patterns on his chest. "You?"
"Not even one." Logan's hand slides into my hair, pulling me in for a slow, thorough kiss that quickly reignites last night's fire.
When we
