“Yeah. From the age of seventeen until a few months ago. Gave them the best fifteen years of my life.”
As they walked around the shed in companionable silence, David touched the farm equipment and quad bikes with experienced fingers. “So can you mend this crap then?” Logan asked bluntly and the soldier smiled and nodded, continuing to touch the vehicles as though they were old friends. Logan leaned his bum back against the side of a quad. “I could use a good mechanic, even for a couple of weeks.” He kept his voice casual, his eyes narrowing as David looked interested.
“I was a fireman,” he said quietly, “but I know this stuff, yeah. I’ve done mechanics courses.”
Logan left the conversation alone for a while, leaving the subtle offer to float in the air before coming to rest in the other
