A/N: Sorry for the slight delay! Here goes another chapter! Thanks again for all of your wonderful feedback. :)

"A surprise?" I nearly stuttered.

"Well, kinda…" Logan amended. He gestured with a head nod. "Come out back."

I followed him, trying to calm myself enough to seem as unaffected as he was. He led me out towards my car. The dents were gone, a product of my own hard work, but the engine that had previously laid on the ground was nowhere to be found.

"I fixed it this weekend." Logan seemed to read my mind. "It's as good as new." He swung open the hood of my car. The engine was there gleaming, pristine and flawless.

"I figured you could just paint it, and you'll be done. Your car will be fixed." He said.

I stood there silently, aware that now was the opportune moment to say something nice, or at very least, extend my thanks. My only thoughts were that now that the car was finished, I no longer needed to work at the garage. I would no longer see Logan. And he had worked this weekend to ensure this.

"I was supposed to fix it myself," I told him quietly.

"To be honest, darling, you weren't going to be able to fix an engine after a month of hangin' around a garage. So I did it for you." He started to elaborate, telling me what exactly had been needed to raise my car from the dead. I listened numbly, on the verge of embarrassing tears.

"Somethin' wrong, 'Ro?" he seemed at length to notice my despair.

"Why did you fix it?" I said, my voice cracking.

"What?" he seemed bewildered by my lack of gratitude. "I thought you'd be happy. Your car is fixed!"

"Yes, but now—" I broke off, unable to tell him what was bothering me about this.

"Is this about the party?" he asked bluntly. His tone, hard and uncaring, flared up my anger.

"You mean me kissing you?" I challenged.

"Yeah. I figured you'd be less mad after you sobered up. Or at least, after you beat the shit out of that blondie." He gestured to my makeup disguised black eye.

"I wasn't drunk." I reiterated. "I wasn't even tipsy. Or at least that tipsy." I amended.

"So you just got bold like that on your own?" he asked.

"I am bold." I told him.

"Really? You're pretty shy around here, darlin'." He said skeptically.

"Yeah, well, I've got a crush on my boss. I try to keep it in check." My honestly shocked him. I plowed ahead. "You said it yourself, I beat the crap out of a girl in front of a ton of people. In school, I was known for blunt statements. My best friends are outgoing people. Sure I'm polite, but—" I broke off, unsure of the look on his face. He was grinning at me, looking flat out amused.

"You're a piece of work, 'Ro," he said, running his fingers gently over my bruised eye. Without further ado, he kissed me. Really kissed me. I felt my knees give way, and my back hit the side of my car. His arms caught me, and without moving his lips from mine, he lowered us to the ground. And oh my gosh, his hands were warm and tracing their way over my jumper and his mouth was warm and wet and wonderful. I responded, burying my fingers in his dark as pitch hair, giving as good as I got.

We kissed. We kissed a lot. We kissed on the ground of a garage, hidden behind my nearly fixed car, sitting on the floor next to wrenches and screws and containers of Pennzoil. We kissed until my legs went numb from being folded under me and I pulled back to stretch. Logan looked up at the clock and realized that the others would be here in a few minutes. He helped me up, planted one more chaste peck on my lips, and went to open up.

This kiss haunted me all day. I didn't care that Forge was top toeing around me all awkwardly, like I might hit him next. I didn't care that Victor was roaring with laughter when I told him how I got a black eye. I worked through the rest of my day giddily, high on Logan's lips. He sent me a conspirator's smile when Victor began to tease Forge about his new girlfriend getting whooped by me, but otherwise we didn't talk. This was good, considering the fact that I wasn't sure I could control myself around him.

Victor and Forge left at closing, just like always. I took my time getting ready to catch the bus. Logan finally approached me.

"Need a ride?" he asked me. I nodded.

He helped me into his truck, giving me a boost so I could haul myself into it. I settled into his seat, feeling suddenly nervous at being alone with him again. He slid into the driver's seat and looked over at me.

"You better stop looking at me like that darlin', or I'm going to have a real hard time taking you home to your parents." He bit his lip and I blushed. I was frankly, tempted to tell him he could do whatever he wanted, but I retained some sense of morals.

"You know," I told him as we pulled out, "I don't just kiss anyone."

"No?" he turned to look at me.

"No." I confirmed.

"So what's that mean?" Logan growled playfully.

"It means you have to take me on a date." I said. He laughed.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." I rose my eyebrows at him, imitating the gesture he always made.

"Alright then." He agreed. I felt my heart jump. "What do you like to do? Dinner and a movie?" I made a face akin to eating sour fruit.

"Boring." I said.

"Alright, darlin'. Something more dangerous?"

"I'm sure you can think of something." I challenged him.

"Damn straight I can. How about we go on this date Wednesday?" he asked.

"Okay." I wished I could think of something more clever, but I was practically melting into the seat as it was. If he kept looking at me with those dark eyes, I was going to explode into dust.

"Then Wednesday it is. Tell your parents." He told me, coming to a stop in front of my house. My parents' cars were absent from the driveway. "and wear something comfortable. Like jeans." He said.

"I will." I told him. I unbuckled my seat belt and started to unlock the door. He turned off the ignition and grasped my arm before I could register he had even moved. His lips were on mine again, urgently plundering my mouth.

"Good night, 'Ro," he told me a moment later as I shakily got out of the car.

"See you tomorrow," I managed to squeak out. I turned and made my way into my house, determined not look back at him. I heard his truck start and roll down the street as I shut the front door behind me. I exhaled.

I needed to call Jean ASAP.

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