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Logan

This had to be a joke Was it soht? The fact that it was his birthday, as well, didn’t go unnoticed Whatever he was playing at tonight wasn’t working

"You have thirty seconds to explain why you called hed, her hopeful eyes ilad Caleb’s here" I turned on rabbed my arm "What am I supposed to do? He won’t talk to Caleb orave hi, but he wouldn’t let me near it Said he deserved worse"

Deserved worse? For crying out loud, it was his birthday Why the hell was he down at the bar drinking hiover?

"Fine, but next time, call Julia or Jax"

"I did Julia told h Of course she did When was that girl going to realize I wasn’t dating her brother, and therefore wasn’t responsible for him?

The moment I slipped offmy shoulders as I headed over

"What are you up to, birthday boy?" I asked with sarcas over the stool beside hi a drink What about you?"

I noticed his hand resting on the bar, knuckles splintered and raw, dried blood covering the wounds

"Well, I was enjoying a pleasant night’s rest till I was called down here to talk you out of drinking yourself into a stupor Co at this hour with the weather outside It was a waste of your tiain Go home I’ll have someone escort you to make sure you make it there safely"

"I don’t need an escort anywhere!" I snapped

Still looking ahead, he sighed "Good night, Cassandra Go back to your warer to the bartender for another drink, but the lass, I shookscowl that Logan would be having no le nod

"I’ you home"

The deep, throaty chuckle he let out washed overwith--especially when he angled his dropped head just enough to catchtonight…but then again, you always do"

I rolled my eyes The oversized pale pink button-doore had been ht, and was ed out ofstunning about it

Before I could scoff in his face, his body leaned intoht I was going to need a drink I threw up my hand to the bartender and when he looked my way, I called out, "I’ll have what he had"

The bartender nodded, and I looked back at Logan

"Not exactly sure you can handle that, sweetheart"

"You have no idea what I can handle"

His gaze bore intoinout and grabbing his bloodied hand

"What happened?"

"Life happened My life," he answered, staring down at the wound cradled in ht need stitches"

"I won’t It’s not that deep"

"You should at least clean it up A few bandages will help"