After months of struggling, couch-surfing, and job searches that went nowhere, Logan had run out of options and was desperate.ĭesperate enough to throw himself on the mercy of a man who had every right to hate him. Logan had no car, no job, no home, a shit-ton of student loan debt he'd deferred for as long as he'd been able, and a lot of credit card debt he was barely paying the minimum amount on each month. He'd pawned everything of worth he could bear to part with and used most of that pitiful sum on the Uber ride over. Those boxes, and the suitcase beside him on the porch, contained the only items Logan still possessed. If Logan could've shrugged at Craig, he would have, but his arms were occupied by holding two heavy boxes, and if he moved the wrong way, they'd tumble to the ground, spilling the contents of his sad existence all over the porch floor. His hands were already sweaty with nerves.
Logan's heart began to pound, the rushing blood thundering in his ears. It was an attitude both were familiar with.
"What the fuck do you want from me now, Logan?"Ĭraig stood on his front porch, guarding the entrance to his home with his big, intimidating body, frowning at Logan. Craig looked entirely unchanged from when Logan had last seen him, and that had been years ago. Probably with that creepy-ass straight razor he always liked to use. His salt-and-pepper hair, as always, was buzzed short, and his face clean-shaven. "Really?" Craig asked him, one imperious eyebrow raised.
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