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Logan woke up with Connell’s heavy arms wrapped around her.
Great, she thought, refusing to acknowledge that it felt good to wake up this way. She flashed out of bed and glared at the damn Were curled up in the too-small twin bed. He’d taken his shirt off, but he had at least kept his pants on.
Thank the Mother for small favors.
She was going to have to have words with him again. Imagine if someone like the chief or that bitchy ex-girlfriend had come in?
Logan was a soldier, but she liked a clean fight. She had not signed up for all this hormone-driven drama. Connell was a fling, nothing more.
At least, that was all he was supposed to be. Somewhere along the line, things had gotten away from her. Pursing her lips, she stared down at him, wondering what the hell she was going to do
