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Logan was handsoers at hi light made his smile in response seem mysterious "Hello, Brontë"

The way he said her name made her shiver, just a little "You could have looked at me before It wasn’t totally dark"

"Yes, but now I get to see everything," he said, studying her with a long up-and-down look "Not just shadows and suggestion"

That very blatant look estured back at the store shelves behind her, feeling a little flustered and ill at ease "I’ to look for some more stuff"

They continued to raid the store, ruh the mess for supplies There was a cooler in thedisplay, so Bront&euan to fill it ater bottles and sodas froerated drink case Some had spilled on the floor, and she fished one out of the water at her feet, gri it "I feel like a looter"

He was digging behind the counter for so "You are a looter You are currently in the act of looting"

"Gee, thanks Are we going to get in trouble for this?"

"Bront&euer Just consider the tab on me"

She picked up a handful of candy bars and tossed the do you think it’ll take for theet here and save us?"

"I don’t know I’ve never been in a hurricane before"

She hadn’t, either Bront&eu down at the water bottles in the cooler She counted them Twelve in there and twenty more still in the case Handfuls of candy bars What if that wasn’t enough? "What if we’re here for a week? Or longer?"

He tossed several lighters on the counter and turned, hands on his hips, checking the wall behind hiet to know each other really well"

For soain Her le comment

Part of her hoped they would be rescued very quickly, and part of her hoped that rescuers took their sweet, sweet time so she’d be forced to be around this delicious, half-nakedsparkled in one of the s, and Bront&eu the better of her One of the glass cases had jewelry in it--she supposed it was for the kind of tourist ouldn’t be satisfied with a T-shirt or a postcard The necklaces in the ere pretty enough, but one in particular caught her eye It was a string of diamonds that, orn, would spill delicately over the wearer’s neck as if on an invisible chain It had a dark ge earrings

"Pretty stuff," Bront&euan moved to her side with the torch

"You like that?" he asked

She grinned up at hieous, but it probably costs an ar"

"Want me to loot it for you?"

Her sto a step backward "Absolutely not"

"Why?"

"It’s expensive, Logan Don’t be ridiculous"

He snorted "The diamonds probably aren’t quality and I doubt that it’s worth the et it for you"

"No We’ll get in trouble"

"Bront&euer" He seemed to pause on the word, as if it were unfaan," she warned hi, and you’d be crazy to risk being fired over sohed "They can’t fire me, but suit yourself"

To her relief, he let it drop, and Brontë moved carefully away froifts were inevitably the result of lies and betrayal Itwhich her father--a traveling sales for him to return He’d roll back into town after weeks aith quickly waved-away excuses and a shower of presents for his wife and daughter Her dreaifts of jewelry and excited to see her husband return home

Now, as an adult, Brontë knew better She knew that her father’s absences hadn’t been due to business as irlfriend on the side The presents he’d brought hoifts She’d learned not to trust impulsive presents, because in Bront&eu the truth, a distraction And for soory as her s of candy, the cooler of water, and a few other bags of miscellaneous supplies back to the stairwell that they’d established as their base of operations, since it was currently the only place they’d found that was above water Once back at the stairwell, Bront&eurabbed a water bottle, clian sat next to her, she passed the water bottle to hi the torch while he drank

It sputtered and dropped sparks as she watched it "How long do you think this will last?"

"Not long We need to find so better"