A/n: Sorry it's taken so long, guys! I've had major writer's block lately. Thanks for your reviews, anyway.
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Chapter 29: Breakfast
Logan chopped herbs briskly, but his mind was far from the shredded greenery before him. He was remembering another morning, long ago, when the breakfast had been far more modest than omelette…
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The small boy woke on a couch in someone's office, covered only by an itchy blanket. The clothes that had been found to replace his bloodstained ones were much too big, and draped over his skinny form as he rose and stretched. He moved over to examine the computer with interest; he'd always loved gadgets and technology, not that his mother could afford any.
A policewoman entered the room with a duffel bag. "Hi, Logan, she said, with a smile. Did you sleep all right?"
"Yes, thanks," the boy replied politely. "Is that my bag from home?"
"Sure is. I brought you some of your own clothes to change into. You'll want to look your best for when your dad arrives, won't you?"
"My dad? He's… coming here?"
"Of course, Logan. He's going take care of you."
"But mom said… we had to stay away from him…"
The woman sighed, deeply. "I know, honey, but he's the only family you have now. And he's been looking for you all this time; he does care about you."
"But I don't want to go live with him," said Logan quietly.
"I know you don't; but there's nothing I can do. Seems he plays golf with the chief's boss." She ruffled his hair gently. "You get yourself changed while I find you something to eat, ok?"
Logan had just pulled his favourite sweater over his head when she returned with a carton of juice and an apple.
"This is all I could find that wasn't candy," she said apologetically. "Cops don't tend to eat too well."
"Thank you," said Logan, taking the food. After he'd eaten and been to the bathroom, he was left alone in the same office to wait nervously for his father to arrive. As the door opened, he jumped to his feet.
Logan Cale senior was shown into the office by a fat old cop who was clearly trying to get into his good graces. "Here he is, sir, safe and sound."
Logan found himself being examined closely by a pair of cold hazel eyes, set deeply into features that seemed harsher than he remembered.
"Hmm. You've certainly grown since I saw you last, Junior," he said.
"Yes, sir," said Logan, shyly.
"Remember your manners, at least," the man said, apparently satisfied with the response. "Come along. We have a plane to catch."
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Logan stared at the table for a moment, and then looked up as Max emerged into the kitchen. The sight took his breath away. She was dressed in an old navy t- shirt of his that went to her knees, totally concealing the boxers she wore underneath. The neck of the oversized garment had slipped over her shoulder, revealing golden skin and delicate collarbone. Her damp hair curled more tightly than usual, framing her face, skin reddened by the hot shower, and her eyes sparkled in the morning light.
Max flushed under Logan's gaze, but then smiled. It felt kinda nice to know Logan found her attractive, even in a shirt that almost drowned her slender form.
"You gonna catch flies or make me breakfast?" She asked.
"Huh? Oh, right, um, I'm working on it. Pour yourself some coffee; it'll be about ten minutes." Great job, Logan, staring at her like an idiot. She'll probably leave as soon as she's eaten.
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