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“Working. I hate this fucking shift,” he muttered, making her laugh.

“Is someone out sick?”

“Yeah, Mark is. He has the flu.”

“It’s going around this year.”

“I know. I hope I don’t get it.”

“I hope I don’t either.”

“Hell, Dixie, the flu is too afraid of you,” he said with a grin.

Dixie laughed. “I hope so.” She tilted her head. “When does your shift end?”

Logan looked at his watch. “Five minutes ago. I was just making another round before heading home.”

“I see.” She leaned back against her vehicle and folded her arms. She was amazed that they could have a simple conversation after their last time together.

“You should go before the snow gets worse.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me, Logan?”

“No.”

She didn’t know what to say to that. She opened the back door of her vehicle and sat sideways on the seat. Logan walked to the SUV and leaned against it.

“How are you doing?” she asked him.

“I’m alright.” He shrugged.

Dixie shook her head. “You won’t be alright for a long time, Logan.”

He didn’t say anything, just glanced around the parking lot and she knew he was struggling with his emotions. She wished she knew what to do about him. She loved him so much, but she was way too scared to ever trust him again.

“Go home, Dixie. I’m going to leave too.”

“Why? I’m wide awake.”

“Getting your second wind?” He grinned.

“I think so. It’s cold but it feels nice after being in the bar for hours.”

“Any fights tonight?”

“Nope.”

Logan nodded, pushed off the vehicle, and stood in front of her. She couldn’t help but run her eyes down his body since his coat hung open. When she raised them and met his, she couldn’t help but smile.

“What the fuck are you up to?”

“Not a thing.” She grinned. “Are you afraid of me, Logan?”

“You bet your ass I am.”

Dixie laughed, then sobered. “Kiss me.”

“Why?”

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