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I expected a satory about Heather, or ot silence instead "What’s wrong?"

Logan continued to stare at -sleeve shirt A slight breeze sped past us, plastering his shirt against his torso, but he didn’t move He continued to stare at me His dark hairHis hands slid back into his jean pockets, outlining his lean fraan?"

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My mouth went dry Oh shit

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"Nothis eyes "Not me, Sam You put Heather above me We’re family You shouldn’t put anyone above me except Mason" He shook his head, so slowly "I know you’re dealing with soto piss er faan--" The word cut off in an"

Instead of answering, he went to his Escalade

"Logan!"

He didn’t answer He got inside and pulled out of the parking lot within seconds

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