Logan ran a frazzled hand across his bearded face. He had three takeaway coffee cups in a cardboard holder balanced in one hand. “I went to get coffee for everyone,” he said, kicking off his wet boots. “And I saw her.” “You saw her?” I prompted. “How did she look?” “Yes.” James nodded encouragingly. “What did she say?” “Is she alright?” I urged. Logan pinched the bridge of his nose like he was trying to dispel the memory. “I ran away,” he grimaced. He fucking did what? No. Calm down. I forced myself to see reason. Ivy likes him and he brought you coffee. Plus if you hit him he will absolutely
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