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Courtney blinked, but didn’t move. It took her a moment to figure out where she was. Her neck was kinked at an odd angle, her shoulder rested on the side of the Jeep, and something heavy and warm was over her legs and in her lap. She focused her eyes, looked down, and saw the top of Logan’s head, the rest of his body tangled with and over hers. Sitting up caused him to groan and mumble something against her belly. She rubbed her shoulder and rolled her head, trying to work out the stiffness. Sometime during the night, she’d pulled on her shirt and shorts, but apparently didn’t have the energy for her bra and underwear. The seam of her cargo shorts cut uncomfortably into her hip creases, forcing her to move in order to straighten them. When she did, Logan, still half-asleep, was rolled
