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My body went lax with relief. Like a salve, his acceptance for my apologies seemed to soothe my pain and worries better than any prescribed analgesic as the clenching around my ribs slowly ebbed away.

However, there were thousands of questions I was dying to ask. What happened after I fainted? Did Logan said anything suggestive to the cops? Curiosity was eating through me but the man deserved to enjoy his doughnut without worries.

At least for now.

The metal legs of the chair scraped against the concrete floor when he pushed behind to reach for a small fridge at the corner of his office. His long arm reached over and pulled at the door, grabbing a cold beer before shutting it close.

The tab open with a satisfying fizzing sound of bubbling liquid in the can. Tipping his head back, he took a long swig of the drink and sighed when the liquid hit his stomach, looking utterly contented.

Seeing how he looked visibly relaxed, I took the chance to get some answers.

"I've been thinking for quite some time now," I started, pausing for a while before asking that one question I've been dying to know. "What happened after I passed out that day? Did...did you see him?"

Logan's questing fingers stopped halfway to his second doughnut. Grunting, he cleared his throat to get rid of the stickiness of the dessert before fixing his green eyes on me.

"Him?" he asked.

"Damon," I replied in hushed whisper instinctively, afraid that the demon would materialize in front of me if I said his name any louder.

"No. There wasn't anyone else besides you. Even if there was someone, he must have stayed in the shadows. I doubt he's a fool to step out and admit his crime," Logan answered bluntly, his fingers closing in the remaining distance and grabbed a pink glazed doughnut with stuffed strawberry jelly.

"Right," I nodded my head slowly, his words making perfect sense and I kicked myself for asking a dumb question.

One down, two more to go.

"Did the police-"

"Hey, boss. Well, Bones...he uh...he hung up on me," Mike said with a sheepish grin after flinging the wooden door open and stepped into the room unannounced.

Why did he have to barge in now?!

I was so close to finding relief from the nagging agitation only to be denied by this uncouth guy, I could almost pull my hair off my scalp!

Fuming, I glared at his back and hoped the intensity of my gaze could stab him like darts.

Logan's expression turned sour and he cursed under his breath, "Did he say anything?"

Mike shook his head, "Nope. I asked him if he could come and check on the compressor. He just grunted and hung up on me."

"He'll be here soon enough," Logan replied. His voice carried a humorous undertone.

Confusion was written all over Mike's face. "But he didn't say anything,"

"He grunted so it means he'll come. If he doesn't want to come, he wouldn't even waste his breath on you," Logan replied nonchalantly.

"Ah..." Mike exclaimed, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "That makes sense considering how neanderthal he behaves. I don't believe I've ever heard him said a word."

Well, I had when he told me to move, I gloated childishly in my head.

"I don't care if he grunts or farts. As long as he can fix the machines, he can sing soprano for all I care," Logan commented unceremoniously.

He downed the rest of the beer and threw the can into the waste bin perfectly with a one-handed three-point shot. Mike whistled low at the shot and Logan had a victorious smirk on his lips before he got serious.

"Old Dave's bike needs some oiling done. He complained that the wheels were running funny so you might wanna check on the calibration too."

"Sure," Mike nodded but otherwise stayed where he was.

"He needs it in two hours," Logan implied, subtly hinting at him to mind his own business and leave us alone.

Well at least, that was what I thought he meant.

"I'll get down to it right away," Mike said and closed the door behind him for the second time, and hopefully the last.

I breathed out a sigh. Finally.

"You were saying...?" Logan began.

I glanced over my shoulder to make sure nobody was eavesdropping before lowering my voice. "Did the police come for you?"

Logan rolled his eyes upwards, "Of course they did. According to Officer Montgomery, I was the only eyewitness," he emphasised with air quotes.

Even though I'd expected that much, his confirmation still had my guts twisted in anxiety.

Feeling nervous, my sweaty palms clutched onto the fabric of my pants soaking them. "Did you say anything about that?" I asked carefully.

Logan leaned closer, his inquisitive gaze had a playful glint in them.

"What? Am I supposed to say anything about that?" Logan asked knowingly as if he was toying a cat with a feather wand.

"No!" I exclaimed and shot out of my seat, the chair rattled behind me. Logan flinched slightly, having taken aback by my sudden agitation.

Crumpling the fabric in my fists, I forced myself to calm down and sank down to the seat.

"I mean...I know I said some foolish things back there but I didn't mean any of it. I thought about what you said and you were right. I wouldn't survive a second in the institution," I explained quickly with a much smaller voice.

Logan was silent for a moment before he spoke, "They just asked if I saw any suspicious guy around. Just the standard procedure. I told them I found you passed out on the street and took you to the hospital. As far as they know, we're just two strangers who happened to have our path crossed under a rather unfortunate circumstance."

"Really?" I couldn't help but to ask. If the cops find out about that, Logan could be charged for withholding crucial information. Why would he go so far for someone like me?

"Cross my heart," he replied jokingly, his fingers drew an X on his chest. "I wouldn't go through the trouble to save a trapped rabbit only to throw it in a lion's den. Not when I can make a delicious rabbit stew during cold winter."

I laughed nervously, having lost for words since I was not sure if I caught his words right. I couldn't tell his jokes apart when he was wearing that poker face.

Just then, a series of knocks rapped on the wooden door, stirring the still air in the office.

"Bones is here, boss," Mike's muffled voice sounded from the other side of the door.

So he knows how to knock, I grumbled grudgingly.

"Got it," Logan responded and got up from his seat, his long legs crossed the room in two strides. He stopped with his hand on the door knob and turned to face me.

"My lips are sealed," he assured and stepped out of the room.

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{Song: Our Lips Are Sealed by Fun Boy Three}