Thanks to everyone for your encouragement! My phone lost two very long, very important chapters before I could post them. Thankfully, I was able to recreate this chapter quite quickly. Hope you enjoy it. I will try to rewrite the next chapter as soon as I can.

Logan was standing there in nothing but his black boxer briefs. Tattoos covered both of his arms and ran all the way across his shoulders and around his neck. His face was covered in a thick brown beard and his hair was short but shaggy. He lowered his gun to his side.

"Is it him?" Hissed a voice in Veronica's ear.

She raised her hand to the side of her head. She had forgotten that Mac could hear everything she said. "Everything is normal. Head back to H.Q. I'll call later with an update."

"Okay. Don't be too hard on him." Mac reminded her.

Veronica removed the earpiece and dropped it on the ground. The heel of her shoe came down and crushed it.

"Impressive." Logan said, raising an eyebrow. "Now what?"

Veronica was on him within steps. She attacked his mouth ferociously. It took Logan a second to comprehend what was going on, but when he did, he kissed her back, hard. Veronica scaled him with her tiny frame and Logan helped by grabbing her around the waist and holding on tightly.

He spun her around and they caught the doorway of the bedroom. Veronica lowered her legs and he let her down. Keeping her eyes on him, she unzipped her hoodie and dropped it and her satchel on the floor. She then grabbed his face with her hands and began kissing him again. He lifted her up, her legs dangling like a doll, and maneuvered her to the bed. She knelt on the bare mattress so they were at the same height. Panting, she released him from their kissing and whipped off her t-shirt, throwing it indiscriminately in the room.

The window near the bed was open and a breeze came through, making Veronica shiver. She reached out and started to trace Logan's tattoos with her fingers; up one arm, across his chest, and along the side of his neck. His body had changed from the boy she once knew into a man's. The breeze made his skin rise and she brushed her hand across his hard nipple, eliciting a groan from him. She bent her head and licked across the hard nub, tasting the sweat on his pecks.

She rocked back on her knees and reached between her soft cleavage. With a snap, she released her breasts from her black lace bra, watching as Logan's eyes got dark with lust. Arching her back, she grabbed one sneaker and sock, and then the next, and whipped them off her feet.

Feeling powerful, she stood up on the bed and with one quick movement; she pulled down her black pants and panties, revealing her full self to him. When she was a girl, Veronica was all angles and lines. Now that she was a woman, she had grown soft curves to her hips and ass, her breasts now swelled and her stomach softened. Her confidence radiated like the California sun.

"God, Veronica." Murmured Logan. "You've even more beautiful than my dreams remember."

Logan crawled onto the bed and coaxed her to walk backwards on the bed, until she met the wall the bed was pushed against, near the window. She was hidden from view, but could feel the breeze again.

He raised one of her legs over his shoulder, holding her steady against the wall with his hands at her hips. He then buried his face in her blond mound. She cried out with pleasure as his tongue found her clit as his beard created friction on her folds.

"Logan! Oh my god! Please! Please Logan!"

He eased one finger into her and started working her, juices dripping down his hand. It only took a minute before she was coming, hard, screaming and crying his name.

"I've got you." He murmured, and kissed her navel, retracting his finger and putting it to his mouth to clean it.

He eased her onto her back on the bed and lay beside her. Immediately, she was crawling on top of him, straddling his hips and grinding down just above his cock.

"Hold it, Bobcat. I don't have any condoms in this dump." He said, closing his eyes to fight the sensation to grind back up into her.

Veronica smiled a delicious smile and hopped off of him. Her back turned to him; she scooped her purse off the floor and reached inside. With a flourish, she extracted a long line of condoms. She then strode back to the bed and mounted him again, placing the packages across his chest.

Logan's belly laugh made her bounce up and down. "Well, aren't you prepared for anything." He teased.

She shrugged. "It was a last minute decision when I packed my gear. They were in your bedside table. I WAS planning on killing you when I found you….but then another thought came to me…"

With a swift motion, Veronica was on her back on the mattress, pinned by Logan, who hovered just above her as not to suffocate the tiny woman. Their eyes locked and their smiles disappeared. She reached up with both hands and cupped his hairy cheeks. "Make love to me, Logan." She whispered, her eyes starting to glisten with tears.

"I missed you so much." He whispered back.

"Show me." She kissed him gently, the scent of her trapped in his beard. He deepened the kiss, pressing his body closer to hers.

He broke free and kissed one cheek where a tear had fallen. He then trailed small kisses down to that spot, oh, that spot on her neck that made her go crazy. No other man in her history had tried to find that spot, but he knew where it was, after all this time. He knew because he was the one who put it there in the first place. Her trigger that put her past the point of rational thought.

Bending her head down so he could nibble on her neck some more, Veronica found his muscular shoulder and wrapped her mouth around some skin and bit down gently. She heard him gasp at the pleasureful pain. She moved her lips, giving him little bites as she went.

He raised himself up on his haunches between her legs and pulled off his boxers. She finally got a full look at Logan as he was now. His fit form glistened with sweat. She trailed her eyes down his body, settling on his cock. His new, muscular body just accentuated his assets. She realized in that moment how…underdeveloped…her other lovers had been by comparison and she licked her lips in anticipation of feeling him inside of her. She watched as he reached for a condom and rolled it on.

Veronica spread her legs wider and he positioned himself between her hips, the head of his cock nudging into her wet pussy. Bringing himself on top of her again, their eyes locked and he slipped into her easily. She gasped as her body started to remember the feeling of him. Needing more, she bucked her hips upwards causing him to let out a groan and go deeper inside of her. He thrust one last time and he was all the way inside of her as she cried out. They stayed there for a moment, getting used to the feel of each other again. Then, they started to move, excruciatingly, slowly, taking time to enjoy the sensation of being locked together again.

It wasn't long before Veronica came again, whimpering and crying his name. "I love you, Veronica." He whispered to her. "I always will. Always." And he came deep inside of her, pulsing and flexing, trying to keep control of himself and his emotions.

He rolled them together so they were on their sides together and eased himself out of her. Tears were streaming down her face freely now and she pressed herself against his chest to hide her emotions. "It's okay. We're here. We're together now." He soothed her and petted her hair for comfort.

She looked up at him and sniffled. "I thought about you every day for nine years. Nine years! I would search the crowds to see if you were in them. I dragged my girlfriends out to Fleet Week each year in the hopes that you would be one of the sailors on the streets. I would dream about you, still, after all this time."

He pulled his arms around her again, holding her tightly. "I thought of you every day too. Mundane things would set it off. 'Gee, Veronica would like this book I'm reading.' Or 'This lasagna isn't as good as that one Veronica and I would get from Mama Leone's.' Every. Single. Day. You crossed my mind."

She let out a hiccup laugh. "That's the best thing I've ever heard."

He shook his head. "I nearly died again when I saw you at the memorial service."

She gasped. "We were right! You were at the service! Were you with the paparazzi?"

He kissed her forehead. "Yep. My plan was kind of awesome. They were all so focused on the death of me that they didn't see the real me right next to them. And Weevil was right about the neck tattoos….everyone sees them and averts their eyes."

"Weevil! That's who helped you!"

"Yeah. We realized how much we had both changed when we saw each other at his grandmother's funeral and kept in touch. He suggested that I get these crazy-expensive temporary tattoos. I shipped them to his house. And I got deep blue contacts, again to distract people from focusing on my features."

"Mac found the charges for the tattoos on your credit card 'Charlie Lester'."

He sighed. "Yeah. I knew I left behind some clues, but I figured that Lamb wouldn't look too deeply and the military, well, they don't really dig that deep into these kinds of things." He kissed the top of her head. "And I still can't believe Dick called you to find me."

"CRAP! DICK!"

Veronica scrambled over Logan and hit the floor with a 'thunk.' She crawled on all fours, naked, to her purse.

Logan leaned over the edge of the bed. "That's so fucking sexy…"

She decided to ignore his comment as she dug for her phone. She turned up the volume to her muted phone and saw '10 new calls – Dick Cassablancas'. She chose his contact number and dialed as Logan walked passed her to the still-running shower.

"WHAT THE FUCK, RONNIE?!"

"I'm sorry Dick." She said as she watched Logan pull back the curtain and get in the stream of water. "We just had to…talk…before I called you."

"Mac and I have been here thinking you guys died!"

"No. We are fine. Just getting on the same page."

Dick sighed. "Okay. So what's our next move."

"We have to figure out a plan. Give us some time. We won't come out until dark, so bare with us. Okay?"

"Fine. Mac and I will drink scotch and play video games until we hear from you."

Logan, naked and wet, emerged from the shower, turned it off and walked past Veronica on his way to flopping himself on the bare mattress.

"Any message you want me to pass along?" She asked, eying Logan's glistening form.

Dick though a moment. "Welcome back from the dead, fucker."

Veronica laughed. "I'll be sure to tell him. Talk to you later."

She put her phone back in her purse and crawled up the end of the bed to lie on her back between the wall and Logan.

"What did Dick say?"

"'Welcome back from the dead, fucker.'"

Logan laughed out loud and threw his arms over his face. "Oh, fuck. I'm glad he's happy. When I realized you were back in town for my funeral, I thought that he actually believed I was dead."

"No. He believed the note. That's why he called me. Mac found out that you had withdrawn $50,000 from an offshore account and he called to see if I would track you down. Later, I found the credit card in your assumed name and we followed the billing from there."

Logan turned on his side towards her, the water still glistening on his skin. "I used a lot of the cash to buy a bike and gear through Weevil. I also used it to get him to hire some thugs to push my car off a cliff in the dead of night. They thought that Weevil was intimidating someone, like back in the old days, so they had no problem giving him a hand for some money. He also got some new mattresses for the rooms in this place, some towels, a laptop and printer, all that stuff, so I could live here for a while. It's been empty since Mrs. Navarro died and the family is slowly fixing it up to sell it one day."

She rolled on her side to face him. Neither of them touched but their bodies lay perfectly parallel on the bed. "So. Are you going to tell me why you did all of this? And I'm hoping you don't say it was some elaborate scheme to get me to come back into town."

Logan's eyes were dark and serious. "No. No, I am currently in hiding from someone trying to kill me. Correction: a group of people trying to kill me."

Veronica sat up. "What? Who?"

Logan pulled himself up and sat against the wall. "Carrie, Gia, Luke, and Cobb. They are trying to kill me."

Veronica's mouth fell open. "Why? Because of Carrie? Why do they want to kill you?"

Logan opened his arms and Veronica came and pressed her body against his. He kissed her forehead and spoke. "Get comfortable. That's a very long, twisted story."