⭒ Anna needed guidance. Her visits to Logan had been dwindling lately. Standing before him, her vulnerability was on display in the form of a black eye and exhaustion.
“I don’t think ya have any right to question my methods when I learned most things from you.”
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Logan leaned against the old jet , arms crossed, the scent of leather and engine oil thick in the air. His gaze landed on her streak of white in her hair catching the light.
❝ Heard you’ve been throwin’ punches without backup again ❞
⭒ Anna felt appreciation for the kind stranger. There wasn’t a flicker of familiarity of his identity just yet.
“The name’s Anna, sugar. What’s yours?”
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Her grin only causing him to cheese back almost unintentionally, her humor bringing a soft chuckle to his lips.
❝ well. . Can’t argue with that logic by any means . . A bold choice, Miss? . .❞
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