"Hey, cool, Logan look's like there's mail for you." Jubilee said passing him the envelope. He turned it over in his hands looking it over.

"Um thanks." He said slitting it open with one of his claws. He pulled out the sheet of paper with scrawled letters, he looked up.

"Well aren't you going to read it to us?" Jean asked. Logan laughed, and cleared his throat and read it out loud knowing the curiosity.

"Hey, Stranger,

Don't get all cocky over this. I'm in town for a few weeks on vacation, figured you and I might want to meet sometime. Anyways, I'm sorry about Havana, I know I shouldn't have drunk that tequila, but now is not the time. Lately I've been thinking of you, a lot. I know it's seems a life time ago. Hell it most likely is. But you're still there. Havana, Logan I remember that night, that you-" Logan broke off then looked up to his friends who had crowded around him.

"Damn," he said.

"What? Who is it from?" Jean asked.

"Red." he said. "It's from Red." he looked up to her.

"You mean Omega?"

"No, Red." he looked around oddly.

"Who's Red? The only person you call Red is Jean?" Jubilee asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, but before Jean was someone else, someone close, someone I thought died a long time ago." Logan shook his head. "And in any matter that don't matter any more. She's here. I'm going out, see you later." Logan got up form his seat on the couch he was sitting on.

"You still haven't finished reading you're letter." Jubilee whined eager to hear what someone would write about to Logan. Logan raised his eyebrows.

"You're not reading the rest, look kid its personal kay? This girl means a lot to me."

"Perhaps it's a past lover, right Logan?" Scott asked.

"Where do you come in all of this?" he asked.

"Why dose she call you Stranger?"

"Old joke." Logan clenched his fist. "Look, she's waiting for me. I need to get down there; Red ain't the type to wait on someone forever. And I should know." Logan grinned to himself. "Never thought she'd give me a second chance; not after what I did to her." Logan reached for his jacket.

"Where're you going?" Scott asked.

"I'm meeting her for drinks down at some place called. 'The Rose'" Logan answered. "Look I gotta do this on my own, she don't like strangers."

"Logan, please, you must really love her." Scott grinned knowingly.

"Easy Cyeiky, you never screwed up with Jean so bad she nearly sent you to hell, course she never went to hell and back just so you couldn't feel any pain. I remember, I nearly got her killed, and never thought she'd want to see me again I- what the hell am I sitting here for? I should be going." Logan put his jacket on and headed out the door.

"What about tonight's training? You can't just blow that off, can you?" Jubilee asked.

"You know me and training Jubilee, and I'll tell you this much. If I can make it you can count on me being there, but tonight, I'm not making any promises," Logan opened the door.

"Don't come back drunk, Logan, or we'll kick you out." Scott called after him. Logan flipped him off. "Well then do us a favor and bring her to dinner, so we can all meet her."

"Red's personal, don't get involved. And tell Xavier this is alone time for me." Logan mounted Scott's bike. "See you in an hour or so." Logan took off.

She stirred her martini with the tooth pick it came with. This place was one of the classiest bars around town, come to think of it, it's a singles bar. She laughed. No more vodka for me, need to have my wits if I'm to meet Logan. She smiled. It'd been so long. She wore the same red dress Logan had bought for her nearly eight years ago. She shook her hair letting the long locks fall over her shoulders. She had dressed for this, and she wanted him to find her attractive once more. That's why she had chosen to take her vacation here in Westchester, New York.

The door opened. She didn't look up; she had given up on the idea of him being the very next person to come in, nearly an hour ago. She brought the drink to her lips, and sipped.

"Hey, Red."

"Hey, Stranger." She smiled melting at his voice. She stood and looked him in the eyes. "Oh god." She said and threw her arms around his neck. "I missed you so very much." She whispered hoarsely.

"You still love me?" He asked sitting down.

"Yeah, still do." She smiled kissing his cheek. He still smelled the same. Like whiskey and cigars. He ordered a beer.

"They don't sell beer here, Stranger, just the mixed stuff." Red smiled to him.

"Then I'll have anything that's strong and has whiskey." He said. The bartender shrugged.

"Didn't change much have you?" she asked. Logan shrugged.

"I'd be well within my rights to tackle you right here and now." He said.

"You love me that much? Damn Logan I feel special right about now." Red laughed, tossing black locks over her shoulders. She caught Logan staring at her. She looked back to her drink, and stirred the toothpick.

"Cigar?" He asked offering her one.

"You should read signs more often," She pointed to a sign that said no smoking. He growled and put it away.

"You chose this place poorly. What kind of bar, don't sell beer, and don't allow smoking?" The bartender placed his drink in front of him along with the bill. Logan nearly gagged.

"Easy, Love, let's get drunk on me." She laughed. "Put it on my tab." She added nearly laughing.

"Damn, you're lucky I love you." He smiled kissing her hair.

"I love you too Stranger." She smiled brightly. Red and Stranger began to catch up on things from long ago. Logan found himself falling in love with the wonderful woman all over again. He loved her eight years ago, now he loved her even more. He glanced at his watch.

"Oh shit. Is that the time?" He exclaimed. Red nodded.

"Yeah,"

"You got any other plans?"

"You mean besides taking you back to my hotel room? No. Why?" She asked. Logan chuckled.

"I'm inviting you over for dinner, and you're coming," He laughed.

"Fine, let me pay for the drinks." She said, and filled out a check. He pulled on her arm to go. Red followed him out the bar laughing and carrying on. She saw the bike.

"Aw hell Logan, I'm in a skirt." She said her bright mood vanishing.

"I know,"

Logan pulled into a gravel drive to a huge mansion. The grounds were beautifully well kept, the house made of brick, and the trees tall and gorgeous. Red looked around. Logan parked in the drive and pulled her off.

"Nice place Logan." Red joked, she shook her head and her black hair became blazing red. Logan laughed.

"Yeah, nice hair." He took her hand and led her into the house. Red gasped.

"Wow, Logan, I sense the Mafia in all this." Logan peeled her jacket off of her shoulders.

"It's not mine, I just live here. Hey I got some friends who wanna meet ya, over here." He led her into a dining room where a small crowd was seated around a table. Red looked bewildered. Logan laughed.

"Red, meet the X-men. Hope you don't mind Xavier." He smiled to the man at the head of the table. A young Asian girl brightened.

"So you must be Red?" She exclaimed.

"Actually, the name's Anna, Red is just what Logan calls me, much like I call him stranger, right love?" She asked Logan turned a slight shade of pink.

"Yeah, Red what ever you say." He looked away.

"Heh, if Cutler could see you now." Anna giggled.

"Can we leave him out of this?" Logan asked, leading her to a seat. He pulled the chair out for her and seated her before seating himself.

"Hello, Anna, my name is Charles Xavier, and welcome to Xavier's institute for Gifted Youngsters." He smiled warmly. Anna smiled nodding lightly.

"Thank you for your invitation, I don't mean to interrupt anything." Anna smiled warmly. She looked around the table. There were four women, one with blazing red hair; much like her own. A woman of another color with snow hair, and one with brown hair, and what looked to be the youngest, she had black. Ann smiled warmly at them. She counted the men. There were three. A man with glasses whose lenses were what looked to be ruby. One was covered in blue fur. The last was Xavier.

"Red, this here is Scott." He pointed to the man with red glasses. Anna nodded.

"Charmed."

"Next to him is his girlfriend Jean," He motioned to the woman with red hair. She nodded once more.

"It's easy to see why Logan calls you Red." Jean smiled warmly. Logan eyed Jean at the mention of her nickname. He moved on.

"Next to her is Hank-"

"McCoy?" Anna brightened. "Sir your research is legend with my colleagues." Anna smiled to him.

"Thank you ma'am I had no idea of the fame I had achieved." He bowed his head.

"Oh nonsense the article on the effects of radiation on cancer, honestly sir it was definitely entertaining." Anna smiled. Logan rolled his eyes.

"Moving next to him is Storm." He pointed to the woman of another color. Anna greeted her with a warm smile.

"It is good to see Logan has friends so close to him outside the institute." She said. Anna blushed. Friends, eh? So the poor man still loves me. Anna smiled.

"Next would be Rouge. Careful don't touch her skin wouldn't want to land in the hospital." Logan said. Anna looked to Rouge with an understanding look.

"Ah could've done just fine with telln' her on mah own. Hello Anna it's nice to meet you." Rouge smiled.

"Aye, the untouchable angle? Logan can relate." Anna smiled joking with Rouge. Rouge smiled.

"Untouchable angle; never thought of it that way." She mused

"Last is Jubilee, she's my little shadow. Course you already met Charles."

"Hey, what was in that letter?" Jubilee asked innocently.

"You mean Logan got shy and didn't read it out fully? Where did he leave off?"

"Something about Havana." Jubilee said.

"I'd rather you not tell them Red." Logan said through clenched teeth. Anna giggled.

"Stranger you always were the bashful type."

"I am not bashful." Logan declared.

"Yeah Stranger that's original, let's see you actually call it that." Anna regained herself. "Excuse me; sorry but when you've known Logan for as long as I have possibly since the seventies, just about anything he says now a day is funny. Ha! Bashful my ass, let's see you act all manly next time my godfather tells you off. Let's see you back down then." Anna said. Logan turned red while the whole table erupted with laughter. Apparently they were all taken with her.

"When was this?" Jean asked.

"The lady or the brag?"

"Wait how did you say you met?" Scott asked.

"Oh, god late seventies was it?" She asked looking at Logan, he shrugged. "You're no help. Let me see here." She thought straining her memory. "Oh yeah, SHEILD." Anna said.

"SHEILD? I thought that was just a fake memory implanted in his mind." Scott said.

"Oh, no it was real alright. Yeah, the other's used to joke around with us callin' it SHEILD the hot singles connection. We used to do government work together, half the stuff we did is still secret. You remember that first mission?" Anna jabbed Logan in the ribs. "Remember don't you?"

"How could I forget?"

"Anyway, where did we go?"

"Rome."

"Uh huh, and who were we after."

"Gelato." Logan replied in code.

"You're a saint!" Anna laughed.
"Yeah couldn't figure out how the Mafia was involved." Logan said thinking.

"Well I could care less right about then I was more worried about the Roma Mafia after my butt. You remember why?"

"Wasn't the godfather's son taken with you?"

"Yep. Last time I ever pick up men in an Italian bar, which I don't suggest even though when they offer to buy you a glass of wine they know what they're talking about." Anna smiled. Logan sniggered.

"Oh, Rhett, you can't you just can't I'm American!" Logan sniggered repeating her words.

"Not fair, not fair one bit you know that right? But that dose reminds me of my Godfather." Anna said shooting him a look.

"You have a god father?"

"Yeah, Caesar; he's good man, the only one I know that could send Stranger here ducking for cover."

"Really? I didn't think Logan was afraid of anything."

"It's not that he was afraid or anything. Well the story goes like this. Logan and I came home drunk. Probably one of the few times we managed to get hammered, I tell you the best five hundred bucks I ever spent. Not that getting drunk is a good thing mind you. Well we came on up the walk, and Caesar saw us. Now my god papa is a good man. But never have I ever seen him so mad the way he was when that door flung opened and there we were. Logan was practically mauling off my face and I glued to him like paper. Funny you should've seen him run when Caesar set the dogs on him. And we're talking large mastiffs here. Ever since then I've always tried to send Logan ducking for cover as fast as he did then."

"I don't remember that." Logan said.

"You kissed Logan?" Jubilee asked. Anna tilted her head.

"That's a bit old for you don't you think?"

"No! I'm eighteen!"

"Hmm. Still I don't think Logan would appreciate me talking about that. Heck you won't see me going around swapping make out stories. That reminds me of that time in Canada."
"I'm warnin' ya Red. You're walking on some pretty thin ice here." Logan said. Anna laughed.

"Then I guess if fall through you'll just have come in and get me."

"What happened in Canada?" Scott asked.

"Logan turned soft."

"Shut it."

"Heh, heh, just an old war story Love, wouldn't be embarrassed would ya?"

"Where's the war part? The fire or the snow?"

"Plenty, look Stranger, if you're so apt to war stories let's hear one of yours." Anna challenged. Logan looked at her oddly.

"Rome, Red and I were supposed to be tracing the Roman Mafia's latest dealings. She went undercover to meet the heir to the Godfather. Ended up with a boyfriend and a relationship she couldn't call off."

"As I recall you were also jealous." Anna giggled.

"Jealous huh? I was the one who could've cared less if you came out of that mission with your head intact."

"Then why did you save me?" Anna asked him. Logan was stunned to silence.

"Well it ruined the mission, didn't it?" Logan settled with. "And in any matter you weren't the same with your men after that." Logan laughed.

"Hold up here you two talk like an old married couple." Jean said confused. Anna gave Logan sideways glance. He nodded.

"Ah, well, I guess in some ways we were. I think. I don't know. We've only been drunk twice since we've known each other. First time Logan mauled off my face on the front porch, second time, let's just say thank god I couldn't remember, woke up with a bad headache looked around, our clothes were scattered on the floor and there he was passed out next to me." Anna laughed. "That's why you should listen to your mother about drinking." Anna laughed. "Never did it again though. Unless you count Havana."

"Anna, I wonder, are you a mutant?" Xavier asked. Anna looked sideways at Logan.

"Is he a teddy bear?"

"Is that a no?"

"It's a joke, yeah, I'm a mutant. That is if you can call me that." Anna said sinking in her seat.

"Really what are your enhanced abilities?" Hank asked interested.

"Same as Stranger." Anna said. "Except I can shift my eye color to anything I want, and turn my hair the same way." Anna answered.

"Well that is fascinating. How?"

"I was engineered to be like him. They mapped out his DNA found the right gene. Created mine form scratch adding his devious little ploys." Anna said.

"It seems like you two are perfect for each other, how is you never got married?" Scott asked. Logan turned away pained. Anna fell silent.

"Well, um…"

"You want me to tell?" Logan asked. Anna shook her head.

"You tell them and I'll spill about Canada you bleed heart liberal." Anna snapped. Everyone was shocked no one thought it possible for her to be so vindictive.

"Anna you can't just keep hiding it." Logan protested.

"You're right. But I'm trying my best; I know what this place is Logan I know damn well." Anna said pointing her finger at him. Logan looked hurt.

"You need help Red, Xavier can help you."
"Over my dead body! I can't stay here Logan! I'd be putting you and everyone here in danger."

"But, Anna, how long!" Logan shouted.

"How long? Time has nothing to do with it. Logan I really am flattered about the offer I really am, but it's too dangerous."

"Danger! I thought you loved danger? Remember-"

"That was then Logan, we were also working for SHEILD. This is a school, with children." Anna paused. "CHILDREN! And you want me to get help here?"

"Yes, Anna I know he can help you." Logan begged her.

"Um, pardon my interruption but what exactly is it she needs help for?" Xavier asked.

"Go on tell them, I don't care anymore." Anna said bitterly. Logan sighed holding his head in his hands before answering.

"She's well, it's not her fault really, but um…she addicted…to um…"

"Oh get on with it man, it's not like it's something new to you!" Anna hissed.

"Killing." Logan blurted.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Hank asked.

"You heard him! I'm a death addict!" Anna snorted crossing her arms over her chest.

"You mean like a nec-"

"No! Nothing like that; in fact I wish it were but it's not." Anna said her voice becoming weak.

"What Anna means to say is she's addicted to killing." Logan said nervously. There was stunned silence. Anna got up.

"Thanks for dinner Xavier, but I'll see myself out. Logan I'll be in touch." Anna pushed in her seat and ran into the hallway in shame. Logan followed her, they heard shouting.

"I'm not staying here!" Anna cried as she reached for her jacket.

"Anna, no! I found help here. I know this place its" Anna turned around and slapped him. It could be heard in the dinning room.

"Logan if it weren't for the children I'd say yes, but no. I love you too much to put you and all these people here in danger." Anna cried. Logan looked to her hurt.

"You're not leaving." He said. "And that's final."

"What is it going to take Logan? Canada was terrible, Paris a failure, and Havana was hell! I'm not doing it!" Anna slammed the door. The hinges rattled, footsteps and shouting this time coming from outside.

"You went to hell and back again for me more than once. Anna now it's my turn, I don't care what you plan on for the rest of your life; but it's going to be with me." Logan shouted.

"I can't." Anna said cowering. Walking weak legged across the gravel in stilettos. Logan watched her. He reached out. She fell and he went to her. "Let me go!" She fought his hands off of her.

"No, you're getting help Anna, I know it'll work." Logan wrapped his arms over her. Anna did her best to fight him off.

"No!" She cried. He bent to her level his arms tightly around her, cradling her. "No." She said weaker and weaker until she had dissolved into tears crying and sobbing into his strong arms. Logan shushed her calmed her. Xavier came out when he felt the scene right, he was accompanied by Hank. They saw Logan with his back to the house down on the ground cradling the head strong Anna.

Xavier looked out to them with pity.

"My lord. How long has she lived with this?" He asked.

"I do no know professor but I have a feeling we'll find out soon." Hank replied. He took a step forward.

"Beast, be wary this situation could turn nasty." Xavier warned. Hank nodded and pressed on, he bent by Logan. He looked up to his blue furry friend with pleading eyes.

"Can you help her? I can't let her go, not like this, not with out knowing if she can be treated." Logan begged. Hank was taken aback it wasn't like Logan to beg for anything well least not like this. He looked the crying woman in his arms.

"No!" She shouted one more time as Logan lifted her. "Stranger no!" She cried. Logan sat her on her feet. He ripped the sleeve to her dress revealing her smooth shoulder.

"You remember when we got that?" he asked shaking her shoulders. She didn't answer. "You remember?" He shouted to her.

"Yeah." She said looking to the drawing.

"What did I tell you that meant between us?" He said. "What did I tell you!" he demanded.

"That you would always be there for me, that you would always love me, no matter what happened." She sobbed.

"Well guess what Red. I'm keeping my promise." He hissed, "And I ain't letting you go this time." He said, and picked her up carrying her back to the steps. Anna didn't object.

"Can she be helped?" He asked Xavier.

"I really don't know I've never dealt with anything quite like this before. But I should be able to. Logan dose she really mean this much to you?"

"Chuck, she's been through hell just to make sure I make it out in one piece after every mission we've been on, hell she's even been to hell and back again all for my sake and half the time I deserved to die, but she helped me, she came back for me. Now it's my turn to be there for me like she's always been there for me. Sides, that tattoo is my promise to her. I need to keep it." Logan said, as he carried her back in. Anna fought in his arms to free herself. But he held fast he wasn't letting her go. Instead he carried her up the stairs into his room and laid her on his bed.

Anna stared up to him in fury.

"Why." was all she asked. Logan nearly laughed.

"You know me," He smiled to her.

"What help can I get from here?" Anna asked Logan smiled.

"The kind that helps," he carried her up the stairs. Anna fell against his chest listening to his heart labor. She felt drowsy, as she listened to his breathing and heart. For the first time since she came here she felt relaxed. He opened a door. She shifted in his arms as he laid her gently down on his own bed.

"Knock, knock." Logan looked up, it was Hank. He straightened himself out.

"Yeah?"

"A word if you will." Hank said softly seeing her sleeping form. Logan closed the door behind him.

"Sure what's on your mind?" he asked. Hank looked solemnly to the door.

"How long has she had her addiction?" Hank asked causally, Logan sighed running a hand through his thick black hair.

"Let's see as far as I know since the mid to late eighties, I think." Logan replied tired.

"Are you sure it's just killing?" Hank pressed.

"Knowing Anna, she'll try anything to escape it, I know one time I caught her injecting heroin. But that was years ago, I got her over that. But she probably went to something else, maybe cocaine, or ecstasy. Believe me if she thinks it'll help her get over her addiction she'll do it." Logan sighed answering.

"Are you sure?"

"She tried to hang herself in the closet of the quarters we shared. Hank it scares me to think she'll do anything to escape it. And I mean anything, sedatives, morphine, heroin, I wouldn't put anything past her, better test her for drugs." He added. Hank looked at him oddly.

"She's suicidal?"

"You've also never seen her, the way I have, death to her seems like an angle of mercy."

"How have you seen her?"

"When I found out about it, the night she told me, we were in north China, around the Korean boarder. We were being hunted by some Korean guards, instead of running she turned around and slaughtered the lot of them. Saved our lives, sure, but she took the life of a wounded man, a man who couldn't defend himself. I remember her breaking down crying her eyes out over it. I myself was disgusted that she killed a man in cold blood, but when she told me. I didn't know what to think. I didn't talk to her for weeks, then I caught her trying to hang herself….then that's where it all went to hell for her…." Logan answered looking back to the door.

"Why did she try to hang herself?"

"One, she thought I had rejected her, two she wanted a way out, three, she couldn't live with herself."

"And what did you do?"

"I told her even though the thought sort of freaks me out, it doesn't change the way I feel about her, it explains a lot, and makes me wonder, but it doesn't change the way I feel. I even went so far as to promise her that I'd find a place one day where she could get rehab." Logan cut himself off, trying not to choke on the words. "Damn idea gave her hope," He choked trying to keep his self control.

"Logan you did the right thing by bringing her here, you know there is no other place, not in this day and age." Hank placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"I still think SHEILD set us up though. I still think that whole thing in Havana was just a ploy to get us isolated." Logan said more to himself than to Hank.

"She means a lot to you Logan, I can see that."
"You don't know the half."

"I understand the feeling, and I promise I'll do what ever I can to help. I promise." Hank embraced Logan in comfort. "But in the mean time go to her, she needs your company." Hank turned to leave.

"Oh, Hank."

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, you don't know what this means to me."

"Not to worry Logan," he turned and left, while Logan entered the room. Anna's back was facing the windows her face to one wall so that he couldn't see her. She wiped her eyes with her hand and shifted. Logan sat behind her; she didn't turn to face him.

He placed a hand in her soft now black hair. She shrank away. He placed his second hand on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry." He said to her. She didn't answer. Logan was hurting. "I just want to help you."

She didn't say anything.

"I love you Red." He bent and kissed her cheek. Feeling that it was wet with tears. "Oh Red." He sighed wrapping an arm around her; he pressed his face to the back of her neck.

She remained silent.

"I love you more than anything, and I'm keeping promises I made to you from long ago. An-"

"I know." She said more tears leaking from her eyes.

"Oh, Ann." He kissed her neck.

"Logan." She cried and turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He held her close. "Oh, Logan." She repeated.

"Ann." He fell silent.

"I know you want to help me." She said. "I know you love me, you don't need to say that."

"I-" Anna silenced him.

"Shhh, don't speak." She reached up to kiss his rugged cheek. "Those things I know. But what you don't know is; I love you too." She held onto him tighter. "And good god I missed you." Logan pried her arms off of him he stood and stretched and opened one of his drawers. Anna watched, he pulled out something made of flannel and was a solid washed out black. He handed them to her.

"You left 'em at my place one time." He handed her the sleeping pants and tank top. "A bit too girly for me." He laughed, "You can go change in that bathroom." He pointed to an open door in his room Anna laughed.

"I remember these I looked all over for them, never thought to ask you about them." Anna laughed getting up.

"I was waiting for Christmas." Logan said. Anna laughed.

"Yeah and a happy New Year." She closed the door behind her. She could sense Logan putting his ear to the door so he could listen to her move. She giggled silently under her breath. She slowly unzipped her dress and gracefully let it fall; she could picture Logan now listening intently. She pulled her pants on quickly and pulled the shirt over her head. Pulling her hair out from it she shook her head and it turned from wavy black to straight as a stick blue. She smiled. No, not tonight, she shook her head. It melted to a soft coffee color, she grinned satisfied. She opened the door Logan nearly fell forward.

"Yeah, stranger I know. I'm curious too." She smiled, watching him take his shirt off. He looked back to her drawing the blinds closed, he turned out the lights and guided her to the bed he so well knew the path too. He laid himself down first, so he could guide her into his arms. Anna laid her head on his chest listening to his heart beat. She let her breathing fall slower. Logan's hands roamed her. She pulled them to rest on her waist. She snuggled closer to him kissing his neck. He returned her gesture. His hands rising with her shirt. Anna held his hands in place just below her ribcage.

"Love." He said softly, sensually, candidly.

"Please." She begged him shifting so she could look into his ice blue eyes. He moved his hand up some more. She stopped his hands. "Logan, please, I can't, you can't. I-" she fell against his chest placing a hand over his body felling his abdomen move with his slightly faster breathing. Anna could tell what he was thinking. She felt the same too. But no not tonight.

"Anna." He said.

"No. I won't tell you again." She said. He slipped his hand under her shirt. She shuddered. Well maybe he won't go far. She felt him move his hand to her back and unhook her bra. She closed her eyes relaxed, no, he understood; he won't go far.

"Love you Red." He whispered his hand resting over her chest. She peeked one eye opened. So he was tired too?

"Love you too Stranger." She fell silent listening to his heart beat. She moved to re-hook her bra and fell into sleep. Deep merciful sleep.