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“Fine, I’ll do that.” She stalked off to the side of the building.
“Abby?” He sounded unsure as she dragged over an aluminum garbage can.
“Go away!” she shouted. “I don’t need you.”
“What’s the difference between going through the window using a garbage can or having me lift you through?”
“Plenty.” She wasn’t sure what, but she didn’t want to take the time to figure it out. All she wanted was a hot bath and ten gallons of hot chocolate.
“You’re being totally irrational.”
“I’ve always been irrational. It’s never bothered you before.” Her voice trembled as she balanced her weight on the lid of the garbage can. She reached the window and had pushed it open enough to crawl through when she felt the garbage can’s lid give way. “Logan!” she screamed, terror gripping her as she started to fall.
Instantly he was there. His arms gripped her waist as she tumbled off the aluminum container. Together they went crashing to the ground, Logan twisting so he took the worst of the fall.
“Are you okay?” he asked frantically, straightening and brushing the hair from her face.
Abby was too stunned and breathless to speak, so she just nodded.
“Now listen,” he whispered angrily. “I’m going to lift you up to the windowsill and that’s final. Do you understand?”
She nodded again.
“I’ve had enough of this arguing. I’m cold and wet and I want to get inside and talk some reason into you.” He stood and wiped the mud from his hands, then helped her up. Taking the position she had earlier, he crouched and let her use his knee as a step as his laced fingers boosted her to the level of the window.
Abby fell into the bedroom with a loud thud, knocking the lamp off her nightstand. Dano howled in terror and dashed under the bed.
“Are you okay?” Logan yelled from outside.
Abby stuck her head out the window. “Fine. Come around to the front and I’ll let you in.”
“I’ll meet you at your door.”
“Logan.” She leaned forward and smiled at him provocatively. “You are my hero.”
He didn’t look convinced. “Sure. Whatever you say.”
Abby buzzed open the front door and unlocked her apartment door for Logan. His wet hair was dripping water down his face, and his shirt was plastered to his chest, revealing a lean, muscular strength. He looked as drenched and miserable as she felt.
“You take a shower while I drive home and change out of these.” He looked down ruefully at his mud-spattered beige pants and rain-soaked shirt.
Abby agreed. Logan had turned and was halfway out the door when Abby called him back. “Why are you here?” she asked, wanting to delay his leaving.
He shrugged and gave her that warm, lazy smile she loved. “I don’t know. I thought there might be another movie you wanted to see.”
Abby laughed and blew him a kiss. “I’m sure there is.”
When Logan returned forty minutes later, Abby’s hair was washed and blown dry and hung in a long French braid down the middle of her back. She’d changed into a multicolored bulky sweater and jeans.
Abby smiled. “We’re not going to fight, are we?”
“I certainly hope not!” he exclaimed. “I don’t think I can take much more of this. When I left here the first time I was thinking…” He paused and scratched his head. “I was actually entertaining the thought of driving to Des Moines and back.”
“That’s crazy.” Abby tried unsuccessfully to hide her giggles.
“You’re telling me?” He sat on the sofa and held out his arm to her, silently inviting her to join him.
Abby settled on the sofa, her head resting on his chest while his hand caressed her shoulder.
