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Chapter 2: Humanities

 
The Rumble House
Laughlin City


A chilling late night breeze fell through Laughlin as the
Wolverine cupped his hands to his face to relight his cigar. The brief flame of
the match flickered red in the night air before he tossed it to the ground. He
viciously bit down onto its end as a small grunt pierced through his lips. The
Beast was awake, still angered from dealing with that jerk inside.

A long drawn creak echoed from behind him as the door to the
Rumble House opened again. Its sound instantly twitched his ears in attention
as well as his pulse quicken. The Wolverine briefly wondered if that drunk he
dropped inside might have had friends inside that may have been a bit sore
about what went down. He brought his fists up, briefly cracking his knuckles.
The Beast might get its wish after all.

But he suddenly paused.

The scent was all wrong. Instead of the usually stench of
sweat and liquor, he detected the faint hint of sunflowers and fresh green
grass. Confused the Wolverine whirled his head around expecting to see one of
the typical Rumble House bums. What he wasn’t expecting was to see a young
brown-eyed girl, the one from the bar he recalled. Her knit gloved fists
knotted tightly at her sides as she stood before him.

His dark eyes briefly glanced over her. She was a young
girl, maybe even younger than he originally thought. A long dark green cloak
wrapped itself around her slender body letting only her face being bare. She
was a cute girl; probably put a whole mess of boys in the wringer, where ever
she came from. A wild flare of white bangs fell over her eyes irritating her
before she brushed it back into its neighboring stock of auburn hair. It was an
unusual hairstyle, but he didn’t know what the kids were into these days.

She continued to stare at him for a full minute, totally
speechless. His eyes flicked over her again before turning away. He didn’t know
what her game was, but he wasn’t in the mood and he wasn’t buying. 

Seeing his disinterest the little lamb found the nerve to
speak, “Ah saved ya life!” she shouted suddenly as if surprised at her own
voice.

His steel gray eyes leveled a look to her from over his
shoulder. The girl looked as though she was ready to bolt at a moments notice
but still something in her was keeping her rooted to her spot. Inwardly he was
a bit impressed, not too many people had the nerve to stare down the Wolverine.
Not too many smart people that is. 

“No, ya didn’t kid,” he dismissed easily. His hands shoved
into his black leather jacket’s pockets, the Cuban still burning from his lips.
He drew a long drag and dispelled it in an ash colored cloud.  

Crestfallen the girl’s brown eyes looked away. Not as sure
as she had been a moment before. “Ah, thought maybe ye could help me,” she tried
again weakly her eyes rising to him.

The Wolverine’s eyes narrowed darkly as he regarded the
little whelp before him, “Look kid, I don’t help anybody,” he barked out
harshly. “Ya don’t know me. Ya don’t know me at all. Do yerself a favor, get
yer ass home,” he finished while taking another drag. 

“Ah, don’t have a home…” she whispered back softly. Another
moment passed between them before she silently turned away and went off in a
direction. The words were spoken so softly that he almost missed them, but he
heard. The Wolverine openly regarded her for some time, watching her retreating
form huddle itself within the folds of her cloak against a sudden breeze as she
headed towards the interstate.

The Wolverine looked at her for another moment. He snorted
audibly before stomping off in the opposite direction.

OoOoOo

The Wolverine continued to busy himself with preparing his
beat-up old camper. His well-worn Stetson placed precariously on his head, the
remaining short stub of his stogie still held in his lips, but yet his mood was
somewhat darker than when he first left the bar.


For some reason two brown soft doe eyes kept reappearing in the back of his
mind halting his work. It was the look that was in that girl’s eyes, he’d seen
that look before; it was the look of someone had when they had constantly been
pushed to the edge of a cliff and all they could hope for when they’d finally
fell that someone somehow would catch them.

The Beast inside him raged at such thoughts. It was angered
he held such ‘weak’ feelings for a simple useless stray. The girl was a
liability. She would only slow him down and get in the way. He needed no one
and he damn sure didn’t need to help any one.

Its temper flared and blazed until finally he had to get a
hold of the reins to its fury. He let out a frustrated groan as his eyes went
skyward, as if some divine answer was written along the stars. He then paused
noticing the dense formation of clouds developing. He then raised his nose up
to the air taking a deep whiff. The sudden hints of moisture in the wind, told
him a storm was a brewing, a nasty one at that.

His thoughts again returned to the young girl. She threw her
dice in with him with hardly even knowing him. Then despite seeing what he was
capable of, still had the brass to want to accompany him. Stepping into his
truck, he spit out the remainder of his cigar as the engine revved, in one
singular moment his mind was set.

This fight, the Beast had lost.

OoOoOo

White flakes of snow fell around Marie D'Ancanto as she
continued to walk along the interstate road. A chilling night wind cut through
her full wool cloak and jeans, seemingly right to the bone. This wasn’t what
she thought it was. This wasn’t how her ‘Grand Adventure’ was supposed to turn
out. She thought bitter sweetly of a week ago, when she in her room dreaming of
such a marvelous trip. All the sights she would see, all the interesting people
she would meet, all the experiences all the fun. How naïve she was. How
stupid.  

This was a nightmare, a nightmare that she had no hope to wake from.

She’d almost welcome the trailer park opposed to this hell.
But then images of what else she was running would reappear and Marie kept on
moving.

A dull ache burned deep in her stomach, a bitter reminder of
the few dinner mints and beer nuts she ‘acquired’ from a few truck stops ago.
The glass of water she nursed in the Rumble House did little quell the blunt
pains of hunger she was feeling.

For a moment her mind flashed to that brawler, the
Wolverine. Marie honestly surprised herself when she approached the scary
fighter guy. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking. “That was so stupid,”
she admonished herself. She saw how easily he took care of that guy in the bar.
It was probably pure luck he didn’t do the same to her. But some reason,
something inside her heart told her he wouldn’t have hurt her. Even more that
she could trust him. But again she was wrong.

The illuminating headlights of another sixteen-wheeler
bathed over her as she continued walking. She had given up on the hitchhiking
idea after the lewd heated looks the last guy that picked her up gave her. She
knew her skin would ultimately protect her, but she didn’t feel like fighting
for her life. She just didn’t have the strength. And she didn’t want some
pervert’s thoughts dancing around in her head either. She already had his
thoughts in there.

“Some adventure…” she muttered to herself, watching the
muddled grays and flakes of white that surrounded her on the open road. A few
more pairs of blaring white lights accompanied by the roaring sounds of engines
washed over her as she continued to walk. The last road sign she passed had the
British Columbia at five hundred and twenty kilometers. Still, she refused to
give up. ‘It was jus a few moah steps,’ she kept telling herself, ‘Keep
walkin’ Marie.’ But honestly she was cold and so tired. 

Another pair of white lights roamed over her. She waited
patiently for them to pass, but strangely the vehicle started to slow down.
Marie paused noticing the beat-up old blue camper that was coming into view.
The girl briefly wondered if she would have to make a run for it. The sudden
vision of her being dragged into the back of the camper, never to see the light
of day, came to her. But yet for some reason she held her ground, till a
familiar pair of steel gray eyes rested on her. "Hey kid,” his gravelly
voice said.

Marie continued to stare at the burly older man. Her
hollowed eyes looking over the brown Stetson draped on his head and the stern
frown on his face. She looked on, not knowing his intention. Another moment
passed between them, the only sound was the distant cool wind blowing softly
and the muffled sounds of snowfall. She noticed some internal debate was being
waged behind those coal colored eyes of his, but then he came to a decision,
“Come on get in…” he finally said, then slid over to open his passenger side
door to her. 

She nearly cried, not believing how much relief those simple
words brought.

OoOoOo

The moment the girl stepped into of his truck, the Wolverine
noticed its space was instantly filled with the scent of fresh green grass and
sunflowers. The scent along with the sudden hints of the southern twang in her
voice, pegged where the girl was hailing from.

“You got a name kid?” he asked. Small flakes of snow hit his
windshield; his eyes fixed on the road but ever so often would stray over to his new passenger.

“Rogue…” she answered him softly; her southern drawl’s
illuminating each of the word’s syllables.   

His thick eyebrows frowned slightly, “What kinda name is
Rogue?” his eyes darting from the road, settling on her.

A small crooked smile formed on her lips, as she smirked at
him, “Well, what kinda name is Wolverine?” she responded, perfectly mimicking
his curt drawled out manor.

His eyebrows rose slightly while cutting another glance to
her, slightly amused at her response. But even more surprised she didn’t shriek
away or even averted her eyes from him. She leveled a stare back to him that
was equal to the one she was given. The girl had spunk he had to admit. To that
he allowed a sly grin to cross his face while looking at her, “Logan…” he
responded honestly.

Another easy smile founds its way to her young face,
“Marie…” she supplied. A comfortable silence fell upon the two of them. Marie
then pulled off her gloves, briskly rubbing them together.

The man named Logan frowned, noticing the slight shiver that
trembled through her body. Automatically he switched on his heater to full
blast. “Here…” he offered guiding her forearm to the stream of the vent.

At his touch the girl winced visibly while snatching her arm
away from him. Logan frowned in confusing, noticing the displeased hiss that
pressed from her lips. She glared at him, her face a mixture of the darkest
anger and surprisingly a little bit of shame. “You a’ right kid?” he asked
surprised at his own concern.

The sincerity behind the words seemed to strike something in
her. Her guarded expression lessen, “No,” she dismissed, while shaking her
head, “It’s not that it jus when people touch mah skin somethin’ happens,” she
added while sheathing her hands back into her gloves. 

Interested, he cut another glance to her, “What kinda things?”

“Ah, don’t know,” Marie answered honestly, “People jus get
hurt,” she simply ended with that. Logan took a moment to process the
information. Truthfully, he was the last person to explain how mutant powers
worked, so he couldn’t offer an opinion about it either way. He simply accepted
what he was given and allowed the subject to drop.

He also decided he wouldn’t comment that the part of her arm
he touched was completely covered with fabric; yet she shied away from him as
if he hurt her somehow. There was pain there; he realized that didn’t involve
him touching her bare skin. But again it wasn’t his business, so he allowed
that to drop as well.

OoOoOo

The next twenty minutes was driven in silence.

Marie found her eyes falling on the strange ridges that
aligned themselves on the back of his knuckles. Instantly her thoughts drifted
back to the Rumble House when Logan was up against that guy in the bar. She
knew see saw a faint metallic glint of something pass, but he moved so fast she
wasn’t sure. But there was one thing she was sure of. “Ye killed him didn’t ye,”
her question was more of a statement than an inquiry.  

His gray eyes stayed on the open road, never flinching while
he answered her, “Yea…” he confessed, feeling no need to lie.

“Why?”

 The simple single word inquiry triggered something inside of
him. At this the Beast’s ire briefly flared, irritated that it had to explain
his actions to anyone. “He had shitty taste in cologne,” the Wolverine
barked out, “What didja think? Ya come after me I put ya down, plain and
simple,” he growled, daring her to question him. 

A tense air filled the small compressed area of the camper.
The strain was such a tangible thing that it seemed like another person
suddenly accompanied the duo. “I’ll take ya outta Alberta,” he stated, “After that
don’t come lookin’ for me,” he grumbled, eyes never straying from the road.

Biting back any response she might have had, Marie accepted
this with no comment and the silence continued.

For the next few minutes her eyes constantly darted over to
his stoic face. She felt like she should have to apologize but she didn’t know
how to begin. “Logan…” she started, but her words were overridden by a loud
groan that rumbled deep from in her belly. Her eyes instantly widen in
mortification, “Oh, god!” she laughed, her face beet red from embarrassment, “Ah’m,
sorry.”

For some reason that seemed to melt the ice between them
because he chuckled a little to himself as well, his hand reaching for his deep
glove compartment. “Here, help yer self,” he offered revealing a stash of beef
jerky, an assortment of dried fruits and trail mix.  

Seeing the proverbial Fort Knots of food presented before
her, Marie attacked the supply with ravenous vigor. Yums mixed with long
pleased moans filled the girl, causing Logan to cut more than one glance to his
passenger. Despite the fact he was always real good at healing, he still didn’t
want to risk his hand getting caught in the girl’s feeding frenzy. The poor
Slim Jims never had a chance.

His eyes continued to give the girl the once over, another
thought drawing his attention. “How long ya been on the run kid?” he asked
reaching under his seat retrieving two bottles of water. He tossed it to the
girl that looked at him, like he was a godsend.

She unscrewed the top and nearly drained a quarter of the bottle in one go. “Not
long really,” she answered while taking another long swig, “Ah've jus been
kinda up for tha last two days.”

Logan shook his head. “Shit, ya look like hell on two legs,” he commented, noticing
the bags around her eyes and her blotchy complexion. Although she probably was
slender naturally, she seemed unusually thin, probably missed more than a few
meals while running.

She paused while leveling a glare at him. “Ye really know
how tah flatter a girl, Logan,” the girl muttered while rolling her eyes.   

Logan could only smirk, ‘Smart ass,’ he thought while
turning back to the road. Another twenty minutes passed before Marie’s war on
his food supply ceased. Not a sesame seed survived, but the girl seemed more
than content. After she finished, he noticed her eyes started drooping as she
fought to stay awake. Sighing, he decided to go easy on her. “Hey, ya get some
sleep it be a few more hours of driving till we leave Alberta,” he suggested.
She probably more than needed the rest.  

“Wake me when we get there,” she asked him. He started to
say he would but she was already fast asleep, nestled deep within the folds of
her cloak, a flash of the white bangs of her hair falling over her face.

His stare lingered on her resting form for a minute, he
sighed again before turning back to the road. His eyes bored into his
reflection through the rearview mirror, his piercing gray gaze meeting their
equal, “Whatcha doin’ with this kid, Bub. This ain’t you,” he grilled while
shaking his head. ‘Just drive,’ he said to himself, ‘Just drive.’

And he did.

OoOoOo

After another hour of driving the snow slowly started to pick up. Logan tried
to stick to the main route but the chilling temperature and ice was making the
roads slick. He continued to look at the starlit sky with dread they had about
another two hours till they’d hit the British Columbia, but he didn’t know with
this how thick the storm was building. 

His eyes then widened as the headlights of his truck
illuminated something ahead, “Oh Shit!!” he shouted, slamming hard on the
brakes. Instantly the truck shifted and slid to the side. The vehicle rocked
back and forth, fishtailing from the slick grip on the road. The truck’s brake
squealed in protest as Logan cut the wheel back and forth. He then let off and
alternately pumped the brakes till they ultimately slowed to a stop a few dozen
yards afterward.

The abrupt shifting of the vehicle woke Marie from her deep slumber. “What’s
wrong?” she said in a drowsy voice, her hands rubbing her eyes, “We there?”

“No,” he frowned unbuckling his seatbelt, “Damn trees fell in the way.” At his
mention, Marie looked out the windshield her eyes mirroring his astonishment.
The truck’s duel beam headlights bathed over a massive pathway of ruptured and
broken trees that littered the road. It wasn’t just a single tree, it was at
least half a dozen or more that were crisscross over the small narrow road like
a timbered catastrophe. 

Logan’s door popped open as he went to investigate the
scene. He tipped his Stetson deep over his eyes as an instant chilling wind hit
his face the moment he stepped out. His eyes narrowed at the scene before him,
he had been monitoring the radio stations for any type of accidents or road
closings but he hadn’t heard anything like what he was witnessing right here.

Failing debris of snow fell on his shoulder as he crept
closer. He approached the disrupting heap trees cautiously. His dark eyebrows
further frowned as he glanced over the stumps. The branches were still rich
with fresh green pine bristles, a fact that puzzled him. These all appeared to
be strong young trees, he noticed, it didn’t make sense that they’d fallen from
the storm, the winds blowing now weren’t even close to causing this amount of
damage. He peered closer looking at each of their breaking ends, the frown on
his lips deepen. All the rupture points appeared to come from the bottom-line
of the stumps. They didn’t have numerous breaks or tears.

The more Logan looked at them the more it seemed the trees
were ripped from out of the ground, opposed to just snapping under serious
strain. Something in his instincts was telling him that someone or something
probably caused the collapse, but it wasn’t the storm and whatever it was it
was strong enough to rip a group of full grown trees from their stump. Things
didn’t add up and the Wolverine didn’t like it.  

Suddenly a strong gale wind blew through the air carrying
the frosty hint of the ice on it’s currently as well as another scent. When he
took another step closer, instantly a startling tremor ran straight through his
body, halting his movement. His nose twitched instantly, as well as the hairs
on his neck rose. His nostrils were suddenly filled with the musky scent, a
scent that started to make his blood quicken. Then he realized... 

He knew this scent.

Instantly, the Wolverine stance parted evenly as his head
turned to either side. His breathing increased as his sharp eyes continued to
scan, his hands rhythmically clenching and unclenching into tight iron grip
fists at his side. He knew, he knew this scent but he didn’t understand where. He
also noticed the Beast was in full alert, watching and waiting just like he
was. The scent was filled with a dark taint to it, one that was mixed with
blood. It had a deadly air to it, something that would make anyone’s skin
crawl. It made a part of him run want to run and hide in the furthest reaches
of the world, but another part, a part fueled by the burning rage of the Beast,
wanted to go chase after it and give it a real reason to fear.

He almost fed into the impulse taking a hasten step forward,
but there was a brief thought that ignited in the back of his head and he looked
over his shoulder back to the camper. Marie’s big brown eyes stared back at him
watching his every move. All thoughts of venturing out to find the scent, paled
in comparison when an unusual air of protectiveness rose from him. He had to
get her out of here and away as fast as he could.

He quickly stepped back into truck and peeled it into
reverse. “What’s wrong?” she asked him but he remained silent.

He swirled the truck around on the road and headed back the
way we came. It was only after she asked her inquiry for the third time did he
finally answer her. “It’s nothin’ kid,” he lied to her, “Ain’t gonna be
possible to get through that way, it’ll take hours and the way this snow is
hittin' us, the worst will be on us in an hour tops.” He quickly switched on
his truck’s HAM radio to call in the tree wreck on the road.

He seemed restless she noticed, there was something going on but he wasn’t
saying. “What'll we do now?” she asked when he completed his call, a slight
frown found its way to her lips from having to put the brakes on the trip.  

For a long time he didn’t answer her as his mind was at work. He knew that was
no accident they just run across, someone deliberately caused that wreck. That
and the scent he caught was putting him on edge, making his claws itch.
Frowning he finally answered her, “I got a place not too far from here, we can
stay the night, wait out the storm and head out in the mornin'.”

Having no better idea, she agreed to the suggestion.
Although the thought of spending the night in one place with him drew all sort
of alarms in her, Marie trusted him this far and she decided she would continue
to do so some more.

OoOoOo

Forty-five minutes later down the road from the wreck, the
two pulled up into a small rustic log cabin. The truck’s light’s washed over
the front door, which was already buried in a foot and a half of snow. They
made good time getting to the cabin, which they were fortunate because the
brunt of the snowstorm seemed to be in full swing just as they arrived. The two
quickly ran inside, shutting the door behind them.

The small room they stood in was filled with darkness. Marie
heard Logan moving about. “Stay put,” his voice muttered, while stepping into
another room. There was a brief snap and long hum, and then the whole cabin
suddenly brightened. The room she stood in appeared to be a small living room.
It was lightly furnished with a nice couch, a small love seat and a fireplace.
She heard Logan rustling in another room but decided to wander around to get
her barrens. Further in the back she spotted a small kitchen with a stove,
cabinets, and a dining table.

There was another small snap followed by a small hum as a furnace
started to pump heat through the small home. After another five minutes Logan
came back clapping his hand together. “I ain’t got much here, wasn’t plannin’ on
comin’ back fer ‘nother week. But make yer self at home.” The young girl stared
at him wide-eyed with what he could only describe as open appreciation. Logan
just simply grumbled while brushing pass her stretching his shoulders. “I got a
shower in the room in the back if ya want, I’m gonna go out to get some wood fer
a fire. The bed in there is mine, you got the couch. Got it?” Marie nodded her
head, her eyes watching him as he went back to the front door. “See ya in a
bit.” 

OoOoOo

Forty-five minutes later Marie exited the steamed draped
bathroom of the log cabin. Dressed in a spare set of undergarments and one of Logan’s
large towels, the southern girl felt more than refreshed, she felt totally
rejuvenated. She didn’t mean to take such a long shower but it had been a
nearly a week since the last time she had access to hot water and all the filth
and grime that clung to her body made her feel she was wearing a second skin. She
relished in the feeling of being clean again, it almost made her forget about
her current troubles.

While she was in the bathroom Marie also spent a lot of time
examining them again. They were still sore to the touch, but if she
didn’t agitate them she would be ok. It would probably take a few more days
before they’d go away, so she still had to be careful. Thinking back, she
almost wanted to die when Logan touched her from before, she still felt bad for
reacting like that. He didn’t know. And if he did figure it out, he didn’t call
her on it.

The girl cleared her thoughts as she stepped back into the
main living area. Looking around Marie noticed that Logan still hadn’t returned
from outside. She briefly wondered if he was ok, but then realized he probably
was taking so long to allow her the time needed to bathe without an audience. Seeing
the opportunity given, Marie quickly went to the couch to go through her things
to find something change into. She didn’t bring many sets of clothes with her,
wanting to travel as light as she possible, only thing she could settle with
was the sweat pants she usually wore to bed and an oversized t-shirt. 

Her thoughts briefly went to the man that had taken her in
and she automatically wished she brought something better with her, something a
bit more grown up. It was a silly notion but she felt as though since he did so
much for her already, she wanted to do as much as she could to please him. She
briefly thought of making something for him to eat when he returned, but
decided against it. She didn’t want to take too many liberties with his
hospitality.

Marie briefly looked over herself as she returned to the
bathroom to brush her hair. Her eyes continued to look over them as she
moved. She would have to get her gloves again before he got back or he would
see them and she didn’t know what he’d say if he saw. Once she was finished she
hurried back to the living room, she had to be fast she didn’t know what time
he would get back.

Just as soon as she sat down onto the couch again, suddenly
the door burst open. Logan stomped his feet down while towing in a half a dozen
cut logs for the fire place. His head then whipped around facing her, “A’right
kid, I’m hittin’ the hay,” but the words on his lips stalled when he looked at
her, namely her arms. Several dark purple and black patches of discoloration
adorned all up and down the girl’s forearms. He faltered in his step falling
back against the wall behind him; his eyes went from her the bruises on her
arms to her widen-eyes back to her arms again.  

And Marie…She did the only thing she could do. She laughed.
Her light airy voice filled the cabin, its sound the only one in existence. “Ma
an’ Pa didn’ take too kindly to their lil’girl bein’ born a bit differently,” breathless
she grinned again between laughs. But then her voice caught in her throat, when
she saw the look in his eyes. The deep soulful sorrow that breathed in them, proved
too much for her and she broke.

Logan stared at her as she sob and not a moment after the
tears fell. He never heard so much pain so much anguish before in his life as
that little girl cried her heart out. In all honesty he didn’t know what to do.
He felt like he should run out into the night and beat something senselessly
for her pain, for the horror she had to go through, because he couldn’t
understand how anyone could hurt a child so beautiful. Instead he kicked off of
the wall he was standing behind, “Here take the bed,” he said while flicking
his thumb behind him.

His sudden impulsive words shocked her, she just started at
him, “What? Logan…” her voice found her again.

“Save it kid,” he grumbled already making his way to the
couch. “I’m tired an’ yer sittin’ on my bed. Go get some sleep.” Her rich brown
eyes bore into him for a long time then defeated Marie got up and made her way
across the room heading to the bed room. Stripping down to his jeans and a
tank-top, Logan unceremoniously plopped down on the couch stretching his legs
out to its end. Marie moved passed the couch drying her eyes and slowly walked
towards the bedroom area. “Hey kid,” he called to her. Marie looked back to him
as he rested comfortably; his massive arms were folded behind his head, his
rimmed Stetson still on his crown leaving a small sliver of space that his
piercing gray eyes rested on her. “As long as I’m around, ain’t no one’s ever
gonna lay a hand on ya again,” he said softly. 

Through her teary eyes, she smiled at him honestly, “Does
that mean, ya not dumpin’ me once we leave Alberta?” she hoped, wiping her
eyes.

“Maybe kid, maybe,” he dismissed, while tipping the rim of
his hat over his face, “Good night.”

 “Good night, Logan. Pleasant dreams…”

“Yea, yea…” he returned his hand waving her off.

 Instead of heading to the bedroom, Marie spent a moment
observing him. The young girl’s head titled to the side as noticed that despite
his rugged appearance, he was actually a kind decent man. She also allowed
herself to admit he actually was undeniably sexy in a dangerous sort of way.
The guy had a wild look to him. Dangerous steel gray eyes that always seemed to
be piercing right through you, long unruly streaks of black that seemed almost
as untamed as he was. Her eyes even lingered over his massive chest that had
thick patches of hair all over it, finely sculpted that each muscle looked as
though tremendous power rested in each sinewy line.   

She remembered their brief touch from before, he was gentle.
It amazed her that a big scary guy could be so gentle with her. She briefly
wondered if he would be that gentle with his woman.

“I don’t hear yer southern fried ass scamperin’ to bed,
kid,” his voice rang through the cabin, disrupting her thoughts. 

Embarrassed a giggle rang from the girl’s lips at being
caught. “Night Logan…” she said sweetly, while turning around and closing the
door behind her.   

 
To be continued…





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