They had to be the oddest looking couple in the B&B's dining room. Although dimly lit, Logan's presence as he walked past the other diners, gave everyone a reason to stop what they were doing and gawk. The suit sagged on him, the coat too big and his unruly hair and unshaven face gave him the appearance of some thug you would find in a back alley somewhere. He could make out the slightest whispers with his fine tuned hearing which only caused him more aggravation. Something he didn't even try to conceal. He maintained the famous grimace and furrowing the brows all the way to the table much to Hannah's dismay. Clutching his arm was her attempt at reassuring him, none of these people mattered but he seemed oblivious to the gesture. The muscles in his arms were tight and her presence didn't seem to be doing any good at all. Slowly she let her hand slip down his arm and find his hand. Lovingly she entwined her fingers through his and for a brief moment she felt the tension release. His own fingers relaxed and he looked down at her and while the expression could never be described as contentment it was better than the look of disgust.

For that brief moment Hannah's smile and her touch tuned out the others. He began to pull out her chair and Hannah felt that maybe they could get through this night without any chaos, but all it took was one comment to bring him back to the real world.

At the next table a middle age gentleman whispered to his wife, "I am appalled at the riff raff they're allowing in this place. Believe me, I will address the management about this."

Logan abruptly turned and snarled, clenching his fists, "Who you calling riff raff, Bub?"

Hannah hadn't sat down yet and immediately took hold of his hand, "Logan, please," she begged. His clench fist loosened slightly by her grasp. Logan glanced down at her, and it wasn't hard to see the fear behind her eyes. The Fear he would lose it and the possibility the blades would petrude from his hands. Logan glanced around the room at the other diners, most of them over 60. They're mouths agape, shocked at his outburst, then he looked back at Hannah, her eyes pleading with him. He was going to get through this night for her sake. Whatever issues he was having right now, needed to be brushed aside for her.

He turned back to her, "You better get that waiter over here pronto, I need a drink, a good stiff drink and that steak I've been promised." He sat across from her and she reached across the table taking hold of his hand. "I'm doing this for you, you know. I don't like joints like this, people like this."

"You like me."

"Yeah, what's that all about? You're not my type."

She knew he was trying to get a rise out of her, to take his mind off the earlier incident and to tune out the rest of the room. She smiled at him, glad to see the old Logan back. She gave his hand a squeeze just as the waiter arrived.

"2 steaks medium well down. Whiskey straight up and your best red wine for the little lady. And we're damned hungry, so sooner rather than later would be nice. " The waiter daunted by Logan's gruffness, nodded then quickly moved on.

"You do have a way with people don't you?"

He smirked, "I was polite, what are you talking bout?"

"The man was frightened to death. He's afraid you'll bite his head off too."

"It worked didn't it? Now I thought we were on a date? And you've already started bickering."

"I think you enjoy the bickering."

"It's the accent. I'm a sucker for an accent. That's got to be it. I keep looking at you, and I don't get it. There's no attraction.. You really aren't my type." He paused then added cynically, "I guess it's a good thing we'll be back at the mansion tomorrow so I can finally see the backside of you."

"I know for a fact you like my backside. You couldn't keep your eyes off of it this afternoon."

"Due to it's lack of appeal.." He was now enjoying this way too much. " Something not right there you know. Maybe you want to get it checked out. The next guy you hop into bed with may not be as understanding as me."

She scowled at him, "The next guy? It won't be hard for him to be far superior than you."

"Oh, is that right? Let's see how many times did I make you cum this afternoon? And squirm and squeal? And I was just getting started. I got the stamina of 10 men, darlin'. I want to see the guy that can top that."

Mrs. Walker strolled over to the table just as Logan spoke these words. Shocked her mouth dropped and Hannah just smiled up at her embarrassed, "Men, they are quite the braggarts, are they not? I'm sure your husband was the same. Having to prove their masculinity."

"My dear, my dear Morris would never have spoken to me in such a way especially in a dining room full of people. He never had to prove anything. My Morris was all man. What happened in the bedroom was never spoken of. It was a private affair."

"Probably because it was so dull and boring." Logan said under breath. Hannah kicked him under the table, "Hey". He looked up at her, not happy and by her expression she wasn't either. They both scowled at each other.

"I'm afraid I didn't catch that comment, Mr. Logan"

Hannah threatened him with her eyes. He then turned to Mrs. Walker, "Just said it was probably way too erotic for the average ear. Wouldn't want to make the other men envious."

She batted her eyes at Logan, "I had my share of admirers mind you but Morris was one of a kind."

"Yeah, I can tell by his choice of suits." Logan said snidely as Hannah kicked him again.

She knew she needed to change the subject and fast, "Mrs. Walker, I was admiring your piano. I'm quite amazed you don't have someone playing during the dinner hour. It really could add to the atmosphere."

"Well, I did have, but the dear sweet thing, Martha was her name, had to move back to Buffalo to be with a dying aunt. She would play all the classics, "Moon River", "Red Sails in the Sunset"...everyone loved it, but now I have piped in music. It's a shame the piano is idle. It really did make a difference."

"I would love to play something, after we've finished our meal. I am sure I won't be anything like Martha but I will give it my best shot."

"You mean you play?"

The waiter set down the drinks and Logan took a quick swig of whiskey, "Playing is an understatement," he chimed in.

"It's nothing really."

Logan nearly choked on his drink, "Nothing? Right, nothing. That is what it is. She's great at chopsticks."

She kicked him again, "Ouch. You got to stop doing that." He then looked up at Mrs. Walker, "Just let her play, humor her or I won't hear the end of it."

Now Mrs. Walker was uncertain if she really could play, "Well, I suppose it would be fine."

"I promise 10 minutes tops,. If the customers start leaving, I'll drag her off to bed." He was waiting for the kick. But this time she just eyed him from across the table waiting for Mrs. Walker to leave. As she did she kept turning back to them.

"What the hell were you doing, Logan? Now she thinks I can't play."

"You think she believes me? The woman detests me. Why would she believe anything I say?"

"She may detest you but she knows you speak the truth. It's one of your many charms." she said sarcastically.

He laughed, "You really are mad, aren't you?"

"Maybe I wanted to play something for you since the last time I tried we were interrupted..." the minute she said it she realized it was the wrong thing to bring up. That morning at the piano when he has freaked out about the painting. He scowled at her and she immediately tried to smooth it over as she reached across the table and placed her hand over his. He glared across the table at her but didn't pull his own away. Hannah felt the tension building and the thought of a scene erupting scared her. Luckily for her the waiter brought the steaks. There was a silence as the waiter laid each plate in front of them.

Once gone, Logan looked across the table at her, "Think I could have my hand back? A man's gotta eat."

She lifted her hand, and he slid his out, immediately picking up the fork and knife and laid into the steak, "Logan..."

"You better eat. Can't play on an empty stomach."

"Forget the playing. I'd much rather go back to the room."

"I'm sure there is some truth to that, but you want to play. I"m not going to deny you that. I already did one time this trip." She began to open her mouth to speak, "and that subject is dropped for now. I want to hear your play. So you'll play." He cut a piece of steak but before placing it in his mouth he smiled, "And then when I say it's time to go back to the room. That's when we'll go. Understand?"

"Perfectly."

"Good. Now be quiet and let a man eat."

Once with a full stomach Logan leaned back in his chair and took a swig of his whiskey. Hannah was still toying with her food. With the amount of bites she had taken he wondered how the hell she could have any energy to play. She had spent most of the dinner watching him. He was well aware of the glances, even though she tried to look away and not get caught. He knew she didn't want a scene, but it seemed like more than that. She wasn't just keeping an eye on him, she actually liked looking at him. She was no good at hiding it either. He smiled to himself. Flattered by the attention he clearly didn't deserve. She wasn't like anyone he had ever met before. He was used to blatant advances from women who wanted something from him. Self-confident women, who got what they wanted then moved on. Something he was totally fine with. Hannah was definitely not one of those.

"You gotta eat something."

"I have eaten."

"To keep up with me darling', it's going to take more than two itty bitty bites. Now am I going to have to come over there and feed you the frigging steak or do you think you can lift that fork to your mouth without my assistance. Because if you're in my bed tonight, you're going to need all the energy you can muster. Sleep will be minimal." He winked.

She managed a couple bites and Logan grinned, "That's better. All I have to do is mention my bed and ya wake up."

"You won't have to worry abut me keeping up. ."

"I do worry about you. You eat like a bird and you could stand to gain a few pounds. I like a little flesh on my women."

"So I'm your woman?"

"I'd say so, yeah. Is that what you want?"

"Does it really matter what I want?"

"Yeah, it does. Why the hell do you think I'm sitting down here in this god awful suit otherwise? It's not for my personal enjoyment. "

Pleased with his response she smiled at him.

"There you go again, those looks need to stop." Mrs. Walker walked up to the table. Slightly annoyed with the disturbance, Logan smelt her approach and turned just as she reached his side, " Everything is fine. We're both fine, the food was fine. So leave us be."

"I thought your wife wanted to play the piano."

Logan was knocked back into reality. Of course they were there so Hannah could play the piano.. All he wanted was everyone in the room to disappear. He was making some progress here. Hannah was relaxed and he had to admit he was enjoying this stopover much more than he had anticipated.

"Yeah, she wants to play." Logan shifted his eyes her way and with a nod, Hannah realized she had his approval but now the piano had lost a lot of its importance. She realized he mattered much more than her playing and .all she could think about was what he had just said. He considered her his woman. She was staring at him, almost in a trance like state. He snapped his fingers in front of her face, "Darlin', we don't have all night. The honeymoon is far from over and the bedroom awaits. So let's get this show on the road."

Blunt as usual, Hannah blushed at his comment. She stood up and as Mrs. Walker announced her she looked back at Logan. He furrowed his brow and smirked, "Short and sweet, don't forget. Remember what's waiting for you back in the room."

When she sat at the piano, she really had no idea what she would play. Usually she would shut her eyes briefly and it was an instinct that would bring up a page of something that fit her specific mood. Tonight the only difference was that a number of pages flicked before her eyes. Not classical pieces, but love songs such as 'I've Got You Under My Skin' or 'Let's Fall in Love'. This brought a smile to her face, in fact she almost giggled. She felt the color rise in her cheeks and when she opened them, Logan expression was one of confusion, mixed with irritation, if that was possible. It was Logan, anything was possible, she realized. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes again and the piece came to her, Debussy's Claire De Lune.

Logan sat back in his chair and found himself mesmerized by the tune. He had never heard Hannah play it, but he almost felt he could hum it. That mystery still was yet to be solved. The piano had some connection to his past, but if he started to think to much about it, it would spoil everything. Instead, he decided to concentrate on Hannah. He watched her fingers glide over the keys and it was easy to imagine them gliding somewhere else. He took a deep breath and remembered where he was. Clearly, he couldn't think about the tune or the woman playing it. Focusing elsewhere, his gaze scanned the room and saw the surprised look on the faces of Hannah's geriatric audience. They were blown away. Mrs. Walker, stood at the far corner, her mouth wide open. She obviously had believed Logan's joking about chopsticks. He snickered Then he listened to comments coming from across the room. And he felt proud that he was with her and that when she played she thought about him. Once again his gaze landed on her fingers caressing the keys and the excitement returned. As he took another deep breath and tried to take control of the situation he overhead a whisper at a nearby table.

"I'm telling you, Harvey, that's Hannah Masterson, the English pianist who was reported missing last month. I saw it in one of May's British tabloids. There was quite a bit of scandal surrounding her. Murder and mayhem... and as I recall mutants.."

Logan turned to look at the couple, and saw the man cut his wife off, "June, honey, don't be ridiculous. Why would she show up in Canada?"

"Exactly...and with the likes of him." She looked up and her eyes met Logan's. He was now scowling and the woman gasped, "Harvey, that man..."

Logan immediately stood up and went to the piano, just as Hannah was playing the finishing chord, he took hold of her upper arm, "We need to go."

"Logan?"

"Now." He lowered his eyes and Hannah followed. The bulge in the pants was a giveaway.

"Why Logan, I had no idea classical music had this effect on you." she whispered.

"Darlin, now. We can talk about this later."

There was a seriousness in his tone Hannah knew not to question. She stood up and thanked the crowd just as Logan dragged her across the room past Mrs. Walker.

"Oh, Mrs. Logan, surely, you'll play another. It was enchanting."

Logan didn't stop, and Hannah blurted out, "You know men. They have one thing on their minds and it is our honeymoon." She shrugged her shoulders and the next thing she knew she was up the stairs and Logan was opening the door to their room.

"You are an impatient one, aren't you?"

He let go of her arm and closed the door. Turning around he looked at her seriously. "This is no joking matter. Someone down there knew who you were."

"So? I don't understand why you are so upset."

"Kidnapping."

"What?"

"They suspected a kidnapping."

"Do I look like I've been kidnapped?"

"We don't need this kind of attention. Got it?" An angry glare flew her way as he headed over to the bed and threw off his coat and shirt. Now in the baggy belted pants and a tank top he paced across the room, his head down and a permanent scowl on his face.

That look and his actions always had the same effect on her, "Logan, you're scaring me."

It didn't take him long to realize he was over reacting as usual. He stopped,pounded his fist against the wall, clenched his eyes tight then turned towards her. His glare softened as he moved closer to her. Enveloping her into his arms, he felt himself relax as he felt her heart beat against his chest. "Hey, I'm overreacting. It's just this mission was complicated. Chuck wanted some time with you before he released anything to the press. I promised to fly under the radar this time. I screwed up. This has nothing to do with you."

"You stopped here for me. You let me play the piano. It has a lot to do with me. I am just as much to blame here." She reached up and stroked his cheek, "And if I'm going to be kidnapped, well, I'm glad it's you doing the kidnapping."

"You joke."

"Yes, I do, because those people down there are all over 60 and by the morning they will have forgotten I even played the piano. We'll be in the jeep heading to Salem City before they even mange to get out of bed. I want to enjoy this evening like we planned. ." She waited for a response and there was none. She pulled away from him slightly so she could look at his face. He was smirking, "What's so funny?"

"You don't care about the consequences. You want to get in my pants again. You like playing this Mrs. Logan game" He shook his head, "You're definitely not Daddy's girl. He plays by the rules."

"I've had enough rules. You promised you'd take my dress off tonight. I am holding you to your promise."

"You look damn good in that dress. Maybe I'd like to just admire you in that dress the rest of the night," he teased. Loosening up considerably, he was once again beginning to enjoy the game.

"You could do that, but you know I look better without it on," she stroked one hand down the skirt as sexually as she could, cocking her head slightly and giving him a wink.

"Did I do this to you?"

"What?"

"Turn you into a vixen?"

"The only thing you turned me into was a woman, Logan. A woman who knows what she wants."

"You want me to take off your dress." He stated it so nonchalantly.

She almost felt the confidence fading. Could she be saying all the wrong things? Was he just making fun of her. She moved away from him and with her head down she mumbled, "That's not all I want. I want to be loved by a good man."

"Did I hear you right? A good man? You got the wrong guy, sweetheart."

"I don't think I do." There was an awkward silence. He stood still glaring at her. She knew she was pushing it now. It still seemed clear that he was perfectly content with their relationship as it was and talking about it was a definite no-no. "Well, maybe we should just leave tonight." His expression didn't change, but she continued, " If the situation is out of hand. It might make things easier. I'll do whatever you say."

An eyebrow raised. Hannah sighed, there was some life still there. "Anything I say? Well, I say, the dress needs to come off. And that good man you're looking for is going to have to wait his turn, because tonight your mine."

He didn't give her anytime to react, he approached her and reached around her unzipping the dress. Then slipping it off the shoulders. He kissed the back of her neck, as his hands slid the dress down her body. Her skin tender and soft, against his lips. As the dress finally fell to the floor, his hands kneaded her breasts below the satin material of her bra. Hannah felt her knees go weak. His kisses slowly turning into bites, his hands soon pulling the bra down and tantalizing her with his hedonistic touch. She felt she was gasping for air, with every stroke. Coaxing her to the bed, he fell back, Hannah still in his grasp. Rolling her over to her back, he now straddled her, she groped at the belt buckle of his pants and found her hands uncooperative. He smiled, "What did I tell you, you just want to get into my pants."

Frustrated and embarrassed Hannah pulled her hands away and tried turning her head to the side. He undid the buckle and then grabbed her hand, placing it on the fly of his trousers, "I wouldn't want to deny you the pleasure."

"I'm not interested." she snarled.

"Like hell you're not. Stop sulking." He turned her head to face him and she put up a small fight. He knew there was only one way to deal with this. Grasping her face in his hands he brought her mouth to his and he took it. Hard and fast, the fight was given up before it even started. She parted her lips and let him plunge deep into her mouth, excited by the feral quality he evoked, but it wasn't a total surrender. With one hand grabbing his hair, the other unzipped his fly and returned the kisses with as much fervor as her partner. Logan was on the edge and he couldn't take it anymore. Sliding out of the pants as quickly as possible, he didn't waste any time and violently thrusted himself inside her. He wasn't thinking of anyone but himself. What he wanted that minute, was to release that ache he had all night. He was wild, rough and quick.

The romantic interlude Hannah had anticipated turned into unbridled throbbing passion. It wasn't unwanted, but she was unprepared by the abrupt invasion. Thrilled and overwhelmed, she cried out frantically as he grinded against her with a lust driven force. Now both hands clutched at his hair, and pulled it each time he plunged deeper inside. Within seconds, both of their bodies shook uncontrollably and Logan collapsed on top of her, groaning with pleasure. He found her neck once again, and as his heart rate began to decrease, he tenderly kissed it. Hannah shivered at the slightest touch and felt the jolts continue to shoot through her. As she gasped for breath, Logan felt panicked, he sat up abruptly and drew her into his arms.

"Hannah, breath. Come on, take deep breaths." This was his fault. He had been selfish and she wasn't ready for this kind of thing. What the hell was he thinking? When was the last time he had lost it like that? Maybe he was an animal and couldn't control himself. He held her close to him, stroking her hair and feeling her chest rise against his own, her heart rate was slowing down, the breathing more steady.

"Hannah, I'm sorry...if I hurt you...I didn't mean to...you gotta believe me."

She couldn't find the words right away. This whole week had been one new experience after another and what just happened...she didn't even know what that was but it was wonderful. Something happened in those few moments that was out of control, that was wicked and frightening and pure pleasure. She removed her face from his chest and smiled up at him, "I never knew that could happen. Not to me."

"I was a selfish bastard. You don't have to forgive me."

"Forgive you? Logan, it was amazing."

He looked down at her in surprise, "Amazing? I practically rapped you. All night, I haven't been able to think of much else and I lost it. I wanted you that badly and it was damn selfish."

"A man...wanted me that desperately. Never in my wildest dreams did I think, that could happen."

He rubbed his forehead, confused. "You liked it?"

"You liked it too."

"Well, yeah, because I got what I wanted. Women don't like that kind of thing."

"Well, I did. I like everything you do to me." She gently kissed him as her hand reached for his penis. "Can we do it again?"

He squirmed slightly, at her touch, "Woman, you're going to be the death of me."

"Stamina of 10 men, you said. Show me."

He knew he would probably regret it in the morning. The minute he walked into the mansion and Chuck would read his thoughts. Wicked, nasty thoughts about his little girl. His sweet little girl who not to long ago was content with her hands on piano keys. If Chuck only knew what his little girl had her hands on right now. But he wasn't at the mansion now, and Chuck was the least of his troubles. He had to make it through the night with this overly energetic sexually starved creature and it wasn't going to be easy, but hell, it was going to be a lot fun.