Heavy thunderbolt wracked the skies, the rain beating heavily against the balcony furniture in Heather's room, but she stood by the closed glass balcony door, silently watching the turmoil of rainstorm outside. Her mind just in as much turmoil like the rain outside.
She was tired of the back and forth game El Macho was playing with them. Tired of the fact that he had them where he wanted and how he wanted them, restless and bothered.
A knock sounded in her room and she slowly walked to the door, perceiving Logan. Yes, she felt weird saying it, but she knew his scent. Slowly opening the door she came face to face with a disheveled Logan.
She saw the tiredness and felt the scent of Whiskey on him before he opened his mouth. “ Can we talk?”
Heather nodded her head, opening the door wide
