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CHAPTER TWO

They drove for a least another hour or so through the pouring rain, though it had lightened up a little. True to his word, they passed no other signs of civilization on their way to the cabin that he spoke of. So much so, that she began to feel a little nervous again.

Here I am, in the middle of nowhere with a man I don't even know. She thought to herself. What if this guy is a psycho? What is he's going to kill me? Why is he out in the middle of nowhere, driving on a night like this.

But her suspicions were in vain; the cabin finally came into sight. Karen thought she saw a little barn beside the cabin. The cabin itself looked huge; she couldn't believe her eyes. It was a beautiful symphony of natural wood and shingles. As they drew near, she saw a parked Jeep near the log dwelling. She had noticed a wedding ring on the man's finger, so this was probably his wife's or something. As they walked up the steps a small boy, about four or so ran out to greet them.

"Daddy!" The excited tot yelled extending his arms. "Grammy, look it's Daddy!"

"Justin! How many times have I told you? Let your father get in the door and breathe a little when he gets home." An older lady came out scolding him.

Logan scooped Justin into a big bear hug, " Karen, this is my son Justin and my mother, Lucille." Then he turned to his mother and explained. "Miss Karen had an accident down the road a piece, I happened to be driving by. She's going to stay here until the tow truck can get her car out."

"Logan, that's too kind of you. I can stay in town, really I'll be fine." Karen protested.

"Nonsense girl! I won't have it. Come inside I'll fix you up with a hot shower and some clean clothes." The older woman grabbed her by the arm. Then Lucille shot Logan a backward questioning glance. "I'll deal with you later.Logan?"

Walking into the house, a large Siberian Husky ran up to greet them. She seemed friendly enough, and playful. She was black and white, with one milky blue and one coppery brown eye. She jumped up at Karen and licked her hand.

"Pay no attention to Sam." Lucille shied the dog away. "She loves visitors. She's harmless. Now let's see, you're just about Rose's size, I'm sure you could wear her things."

"Is that his wife? Won't she mind?" Karen inquired out of curiosity.

The old woman regarded her for a moment, "His wife, yes. There was a dreadful car accident about a year ago.she died. But please don't speak of it, the memory is painful for him."

"Won't Logan mind then?" Karen was afraid.

"No, I'll just find something he won't recognize. And one of his tee- shirts will fit you I'm sure." Lucille rummaged through a chest of drawers in one room. "Ahem.now for your other garments, I'm afraid you'll have to wear some of Rose's for that too."

Karen flushed with embarrassment, "I'm so sorry to be such trouble."

"That's fine dear." Lucille laughed musically. "I don't mind, I'll wash your other things for you while you're here. Just hand them around the door to me and I'll tend to them. Then you'll be able to wear them again tomorrow."

Karen was finally led to the bath. She relished the hot water after the hard day she'd had. She finally snapped to her senses and felt a little guilty for taking so long. She jumped out and quickly got dressed in the borrowed clothes. Lucille had picked a pair of simple black sweats for her. When she picked up the tee shirt, she laughed. It was one of those silly ones with the WWF logos on it. She never followed that stuff so she didn't recognize the wrestler on it as the one called 'Kane.' If she had, she might have become just a little bit suspicious. Thank goodness the sleeves were long on the oversized shirt. She didn't really have a way to hide the large bruises that ran up and down her arms. She hurriedly brushed her hair with a brush she had stashed in her purse from home and exited the bathroom.

She eventually found her way into a small office like room that seemed like where they came in the house. There was no one in sight, and she heard no one. Looking out the window, she saw the jeep had disappeared. Apparently the old lady had left and must have baby-sat the kid. She stood a moment, and realized the dog, the kid, and the man were not even there. Then she realized that maybe they were tending the animals in that barn she had seen earlier. She couldn't help but notice while she was waiting a framed picture that sat on the desk. The picture was of the man, the boy, and a beautiful redheaded woman.

That must be Rose! She's beautiful! The poor guy probably misses her a lot I suppose. She surmised.

"Feeling better?" Came the deep voice from behind her.

Startled, Karen whirled around, "Y-yes.thank you"

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." Logan looked down at the floor in embarrassment. The little boy was shyly peeking at her from behind his father.

It was then that Karen noticed the scar. It hadn't been in the picture but there it was glaring at her. It was a large bubbled patch of skin on the left side of Logan's face; it was a raw, harsh looking thing. She realized that it reminded her of pictures she had seen once of third- degree burns. No wonder Logan had chosen to grow a beard, it camouflaged it a little. She felt the urge to dry heave overtaking her and quickly looked away.

"What is it?" Logan caught sight of her reaction. "Is it my face? Don't be afraid. There was a fire a year ago and I got hurt. You don't have to be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"It must have been horrible." Karen empathized.

"It was, listen I called the towing service in town. The rain caused a lot of problems all over the county; they might not be able to get to your car for a day or two. Your welcome to stay here until then if you like, I've got an extra room you can use." He offered.

"I've got some money, I can pay you." Karen suggested.

"No need ma'am. Thanks though." Logan explained. "Truth be it, Kinsey is still another hour up the road, it'll be easier for you to just stay here for now. They have to pass here on the way to your car anyway."

"Oh I see, well I guess that's all right then." Karen consented.

"Well, let's see now, you must be hungry. I'll fix us up a bite to eat." Logan said. "Did you eat yet, Justin?"

"Grammy, made me sketty-o's before she left." Justin smiled. "Can I watch Ses-mee Strweet?"

"You had Spaghetti O's not sketty-o's and it's Sesame Street, and yes you can watch it." Logan corrected him gently.

"Awww, Daddy." Justin frowned. "You missed Unca' Mark today."

"Uncle Mark was here?" Logan questioned.

"Uh-huh. An' he an' Vinnie wan's to go fishin' wi' us on Thursday. Can we go? Please Daddy, can we?" Justin pleaded.

"We'll see, okay Slugger?" Logan replied.

"Yay! We're going fishin'!" Justin shouted then looked at Karen. "You're pretty."

Karen blushed, "Gee thanks."

"Well, let's go get some eats." Logan said after turning the big yellow bird and pals on.