"he's got a dick the size of a marble."
One of the men snickered, and Asshat flushed scarlet. Abby couldn't care less; she turned around and marched out of the restaurant, her chin high.
"Jesus, Abby, who the hell was that?"
It wasn't hard for her to deduce who her brother was talking about. She pushed against the door, barely noticing the biting chill of the air on her skin. "He's the one who saved my life."
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H e'd touched her in anger. Logan felt his actions like a vise to the heart, squeezing the life out of his soul.
"Logan?"
Her voice behind him, but he kept walking. Footfalls landed on the gravel path as she followed, and he quickened his pace. He needed to be alone, needed solitude. Ten years away hadn't been enough, he still--
"Logan!"
He smelled diesel and mud the instant Abby's hand closed over his shirt sleeve. She yanked him back as a big rig passed by dangerously close, blaring its horn.
"What the hell was that?" His mate's voice was an angry screech, but Logan could hear her heart thumping madly. "Do you have some kind of death wish?"
He just stared at her miserably. Logan's human side wanted to run back to the forest, lose itself amongst the wilderness and the struggle to simply live. The bear side though, it wanted its mate, and was used to getting its way after a decade of unfettered access to Logan's body. It refused to let him run, and growled in the back of his head at any further thoughts of leaving.
His mate - Abby - put her hand on her lips, glaring at him. Emotions he couldn't, or wouldn't, identify welled up inside Logan, and he stepped forward, suddenly desperate to touch her, to know she was real.
Surprised flickered through Abby's eyes as he put his arm around her and buried his face in the crook of her neck. The angle was awkward with their height difference, but he just breathed her in and felt that jittery beast inside his belly finally subside, at peace again.
More footfalls, then the human male who'd accompanied his mate came up. "Nice save there, sis."
Logan's lip curled up in a silent snarl at the intrusion, but his mate's elbow to the ribs kept his annoyance silent. "You know how I love to save the day,” Abby said, keeping her eyes on Logan.
The moment stretched awkwardly, Logan not wanting to let her go. Even through the thick jacket, he could feel the curves of her body, and his dick sprang to life. The brother cleared his throat however and Abby carefully extricated herself but kept her hand in his.
Andrew's gaze went to the entwined fingers and his eyebrows went up, but he didn't mention it. "I'll meet you at the hotel," he said instead, giving Logan an appraising look before turning around and heading toward a block of buildings across the road.
"Logan, what are you doing here?"
She seemed annoyed - that was what her tone conveyed anyway - but as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, he felt her lean into his touch. Abby must have noticed it too because she stepped back immediately, looking away as if flustered. Somehow, that tiny correction finally gave him the clarity of mind to respond. "I followed you."
"Well, I figured that much out myself." Abby studied him. "Is everything alright? Meredith and Damon?"
"I didn't tell them, I just followed.”
"They might get worried! You should have left a note or something."
Inexplicable giddiness flowed through Logan's body and he grinned down at her. He liked that she thought of others, how they might be worried needlessly about him. Now was not the time to tell her that he left them much more abruptly in the past. He reached out a hand to touch her face again. "It's so good to see you again."
His response obviously baffled her, but he couldn't stop smiling. The bear just wanted to rub against her, and the human side was keen to do the same. Despite his time in the wild however, he had some idea of how humans behaved and, if he remembered correctly, that was frowned upon, especially in public.
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