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bandage on him and socked him with some pain killer. Then Logan had endured the equally as silent ride back to camp, wondering what in the world the redhead’s problem was. He refused to speak to her. At this point, she was lucky to get cordial. He was sick of getting nothing but snide, rude and biting remarks. Okay, so maybe he hadn’t been the most pleasant person, or the easiest to be around, but she didn’t know him at all. He had taken harsh words and cruelty from his father. He sure as heck wasn’t going to take it from some woman on a power trip.
    With another heavy sigh, he contemplated leaving the hill where he sat and heading back to his cabin, as it was starting to get cloudy.
    “Hey.”
    He looked up to see Lucy standing next to him with an armful of wild flowers. He gave her a meager smile. “Hey, Lucy.”
    “I picked these for you.” She handed the flowers out and eased down to sit next to him.
    His smile broadened as he took the offering. “An I’m-Sorry-I-Shot-You gift?” he teased.
    “Absolutely,” she grumbled. She looked up at him. “I really am sorry. I was horrified.”
    He shrugged his good shoulder. “It’s all right. It was an accident. Look on the bright side, at least Willow retracted firing me. Guess I should be thanking you for that. Jail isn’t really my scene, if you know what I mean.”
    She giggled. “It was a really cool lesson…” She hunched her shoulders in a self conscious gesture. “Before I shot you and Miss Willow flipped out.”
    He rolled his eyes. “Yelling at me seems to be a special hobby of hers,” he muttered.
    She frowned. “I’ve never seen her get mad like that before…” She shrugged. “Anyway, I just wanted to give you those.” She stood, then grinned down at him and pointed to the bouquet. “The Irish say if you look over the flowers a certain way, it can make the invisible visible and fairies can be seen.”
    He smirked and glanced up at her. “Oh yeah?”
    She nodded and giggled again.
    He chuckled in spite of himself. “Well, I’ll let you know if I see any.”
    She grinned, waved, and took off towards the camp.
    Logan sighed and picked up the flowers she had given him. He studied them with a smile, thinking it was an awfully nice gesture, even if it had been out of guilt. He glanced towards the forest, just over the tops of the flowers, and frowned. What the? He set the flowers down and his frown deepened as his gaze focused on Willow, sitting in the grass not even twenty feet away from him. When the crap had she shown up? She certainly hadn’t been there before. He shook his head and studied her for a second. She was just sitting there, eyes downcast, absently playing with the soft grass. She looked…sad. “Hey!” The word was ripped out of his mouth before he could think. “Willow!”
    Her head shot up at the sound of her name, and she stared at him in shock. He cleared his throat and forced a smile. Well, now that he’d shouted at her he may as well be civil. “I didn’t see you sitting there!” he called.
    She looked around her and frowned as if bewildered, then slowly stood and made her way over to him.
    He watched her approach. Well, she wasn’t yelling… Yet. That was a plus. He gave a dry chuckle. “Are you a fairy?”
    She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him. She swallowed and gave a breathy laugh. “Why would you even say something like that?”
    He frowned, thinking that reaction was very out of character. He held up the flowers. “Lucy. She told me that if I looked over these the right way I could see fairies. I’m thinking you have to be a fairy because I definitely can’t figure out how else I missed you sitting there right in front of me when I’ve been here for the past hour.”
    She gave another breathy laugh. “Oh…Well, I guess I just snuck up on you.” She cleared her throat and took a seat next to him. “How’s your arm?”
    He shrugged. “Eh, I’ve had worse.”
    She rolled her eyes.