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Logan didn’t wake when Javier came back with supplies. Nor did he wake as Courtney crinkled the wrapper of her third package of cookies. Even though the ceiling fan was on and there was a breeze coming through the open window, she was still uncomfortably warm. Twisting her hair, she piled it on top of her head in a knot and stuck one of her pens through it to keep it there. Her glasses were perched on her nose, and her fingers moved quickly across the keys of her laptop. Occasionally, she’d stop and use her mouse pad to save or change something on her screen. There was a wrinkle between her brows as she concentrated on her work.
This was one facet of her he’d not seen. She mixed well at a formal dinner party, knew how to engage and teach children, was an incredibly hot dancer, and a s
