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"Wait, you want to see so, excited to showdown the hall toward Logan’s office

"Oh, okay" His smile fell "Good-bye" His forlorn expression brokehis door but I reached out, holding it open

"All right, letup

He grabbed h It’s a secret"

I sighed, looking nervously around as he led the way down the hall opposite of Logan’s office

"It’s in here," Oliver whispered, pushing open the last door in the hall and flicking on the light

With a quick look behind me, I tentatively stepped inside the roos stacked against the wall They were mostly landscapes and a few portraits of Oliver as well as blank canvases Two easels sat in the middle of the room, a metal stool next to them, positioned in front of a alked farther inside, stopping at a large worktable which held rows of brushes, tubes of paints, and other miscellaneous supplies scattered on top

"Here it is," Oliver whispered, standing in the corner tugging at a white blanket covering a pile

I walked slowly toward hian be upset that ere in here? It looked so personal I noticed a pair of Logan’s jeans thrown over a chair in the corner They were splattered with dark colors of paint and the i else, flashed before me I couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like when he painted

Oliver finally had the cloth re, and dropped it to the floor I blinked a couple ti my mind as I stood beside Oliver

"This is azed down at the portrait resting against the stack of other large canvases behind it

The painting was a single portrait of the wolossy-black hair that fell slightly around her shoulders Her features were soft yet held a toughness to them, her s I winced when I noticed her eyes--Oliver’s eyes

"She’s pretty, huh?" he asked, looking up atin here?" Logan snapped "You know this isn’t a playrooaze was on his son as if I didn’t exist