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"Please, have a seat" He held out his hand, gesturing to one of the chairs, then walked around his desk and sat, typing so into his computer "So you’re here for a loan Can I ask what it’s for?"

My pulse quickened at reht that started it all, but none of that mattered It wasn’t about the why--only the outcome

"I was involved in a car accident last month and am unable to return to work for a few more weeks I need to purchase a car, and just need a little help putting things back together"

He glanced up from the monitor "I’m sorry to hear that Well, we can definitely see e can do to help It says here you own your horandparents"

"Do you have any other collateral?"

"No, just the house" I sed, sweat beading over the back of randfather had built with his oo hands?

"That should bea warm smile "We’ll need so together "I’m sorry, would you excusehotter, an to close up

It felt wrong being there, sitting there If only randparents could seein the chair, struggling to get comfortable, I heard Mr Jefferson reenter the rooet this over with They leftinto a confused frohen I saasn’t Mr Jefferson Theoff of serious, tense shoulders

"What are you doing here?" I asked, standing up, stunned to see Logan

"I told you I had s today, one of which was here at the bank" His voice was hard, with a nize "Now, leta loan"

"What? How did you…"

I backed up as he stepped closer, the backs ofin

"And you sure as hell are not putting your house up for collateral" The darkness in his eyes brought a tremble to my knees

Why was he so pissed? It wasn’t his business My chin jutted out, ready to take on the beautifulme down

"Mr Jefferson told you? That is completely unprofessional I should report him--"

"Mr Jefferson knows his place, and you, sweetheart, need to see that you have ato help you in every way possible If you need money, tell me--don’t run off to the bank behind et to tell me what to do! You’re notat hie earlier, but he was out of line getting involved in my personal affairs

Frown lines etched over his forehead as he did just that--he backed off, running his hands through his hair, a soft growl ru this?" he asked a moment later His voice was barely above a whisper, eyes soft and rueful "It’s my fault you’re here Let er melted at his kindness, and an Don’t make this any more difficult for me than it already is, please You think I want to be here? You don’t think I feel horrible using ed the tears beckoning to stay at bay "I need to buy a car and pay to keep my house heated I’as to drive here"

"You don’t need a fucking bank for that!"