CHAPTER FIVE

TALKING TO A MAN WITH AN ACCENT SEXIER THAN YOURS COULD GET YOU WET

Today was not a day for smoking.

Alcohol? Yes, but Logan chose to refrain from taking in his usual hobby. After a few bottles of beer and hanging around a few friends, he was resigned for the day already.

He would have stayed a few more hours, if only his eyes had not caught the brown haired girl from last week. She had clumsily walked into the bar, wearing a black cropped top that left a great deal of her stomach exposed, and jean shorts. Her eyes searched through the heads seated at the bar and it was a miracle Logan had spotted her first. Before her eyes could meet his, he smoothly snuck out of the bar and into the cold dark night.