Page 78 of Keepsake

It wasn’t my place, but suddenly it was my mission. I wanted to take the burden off her shoulders.

“Have you ever learned self-defense?” I asked, finishing up my plate.

Logan brought her knees up and hugged them. “No.”

“What do you think about that?”

“You want to teach me self-defense?” She looked surprised.

I didn’t like how surprised she sounded, so I played safe. “Yeah, why not?”

In reality, I knew anxious people like her could use self-defense. Even if she never needed it, and I hoped she didn’t, it was a way to feel powerful.

She nodded quickly. “What do I need?”

“Just comfortable clothes.”

Logan jumped to her feet and disappeared upstairs to change.

At least today, I’d do something right.

I cleaned up as she changed her clothes and headed upstairs as well.

Logan came in with leggings, sneakers, a high ponytail, and a Harvard sweatshirt. To distract myself from watching her ass, I snorted. “What’s up with people and the Ivy League sweatshirt?”

She looked down at it with a frown. “I got this during freshman week. It’s the comfiest thing I own.”

“Of course it is. Come on, show me how you stand.”

She blinked at me and moved her hands like sayingta-da. Ok, that was how she stood.

Chuckling, I rubbed a hand over my mouth. It was getting annoying peeling back the layers of her personality. She was cute as fuck, standing there being sassy.

“I meant your stance. Legs apart, left foot in front of right foot.” She did what I said straight away.

It wasn’t bad. She had strong legs and good posture. I circled around, holding her hips and pressing them down a little. Strong on her feet, I asked next, “Show me the hands?”

She brought her hands up closed in a fist, and it was as bad as you could imagine. If she ever punched someone, she was going to break her own thumbs.

“You have a punching bag in here. How come you can’t punch?”

Logan lifted a shoulder. “I asked for a home gym. I didn’t exactly choose each item.”

I hummed under my breath, not sure what to do with that information. If it wasn’t for the penthouse, I’d forget how rich Logan was. She acted normal. She never mentioned money at all. But I guessed, money wasn’t something constantly in your mind when you had it.

She paid for the kids’ tuition, dropping fifty grand in one rip of her checkbook without batting an eyelid. She never cared about the status of them going to Lone Pine. Never bored the kids telling them what kind of friends they should be making. Not that being friends with the right people was something Dash would do, but for a rich girl born and raised in money, Logan didn’t seem to care about it at all.

I fixed her fist, and she punched the air. Looking happy, she faced me with a smile.

“Not bad,” I told her with a twitch of my upper lip.

“How did you get into MMA?”

“I tried once at the gym after school.”

Logan tilted her head. “And then you fought your parents for it?” She snorted. “There’s more to it. It’s something you love.”

“Come on, try hitting the punching bag.” I tugged her hand and brought her to the other side of the room. “Have a go.”

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