"You look like the Jean Adams I used to compete with. Not the one hiding behind house walls and emotional landmines."
She bit the inside of her cheek. "I'm not hiding."
"I didn't say you were," he said, his voice smooth. "But I know what it looks like when someone's ready to fight again."
Then, just as she reached for the handle again, he added…
"Try not to miss me too much, wife."
That earned him a sharp side eye.
Jean scoffed. "I won't. Try not to flirt with anyone while I'm gone, husband."
Logan smirked, unbothered. "Impossible. You took all the fun with you."
Jean rolled her eyes, hiding the twitch of a reluctant smile as she stepped out of the car.
The door shut.
Logan watched as she walked into the building… strong, tall, unbending.
He grinned to himself, whispering, "There she is."
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