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want to know?” she asked softly before taking a bite of her food.
    “Well
for starters, what's your name?”
    She
took a quick drink and looked at him. “I’m scared to tell anyone.”
    “I
have to call you something,” he said with a smile.
    “Did
you say your last name is Harper?” she asked suddenly.
    Taken
aback, Logan just stared at her for a moment. “Uh, yeah. Logan Harper.”
    “Are
you related to Evelyn Harper?” she asked.
    Logan
had no idea what she was getting at, but he figured he would let her speak her
piece. “She’s my mother, why?”
    The
woman let out a long breath, looking relieved. “My name is Jayna McIntyre.”
    “So,
how does my mom being Evelyn Harper change things? I think you should start at
the beginning.”
    Jayna
took a few bites and a sip of her water before looking up at Logan. “I left…a
bad situation in Alaska and I asked my friend for help. But my ‘problem’ would
know to contact her, so she suggested I come here and contact the Harper
family. She said you could help me until I can decide what to do. That’s it.”
She shrugged and started to eat again.
    “So
who’s your friend?” he asked after a while. He couldn’t imagine who would have
recommended his family for help.
    “Deborah
Sharpe…um, Mannon.”
    Okay,
now it made more sense. Deborah was his Cousin Jackson’s wife. “Okay,” he said.
“Exactly how can we help you?”
    “I…I,”
she stammered. “I just need a place to stay until I can figure out what to do
about…about my problem.”
    Logan
cleared the plates and took two homemade muffins out of the box he’d brought up
from the store. “You know, I’m going to need to know more about your problem
before I can help you. I’m assuming it is something that could be dangerous for
my family.”
    “Yeah,”
she sighed, looking down. “I’m running from my ex. He’ll do anything to
find me.”
    Logan
sat down at the table and handed Jayna a muffin. “So all I have to do is keep
you out of sight until you figure out what to do?” 
    “Yeah,”
she murmured. “I don’t even know where to begin though. I...I just need time to
think without having to watch my back so much.”
    Logan
got up and walked to the sink. He started up the water and plugged the drain
before adding soap. “You can hide out here,” he said. “I’ll try to help you
figure out what to do next.”
    “Thank
you,” she said through tears. “Deb was right about your family.”
    Logan
turned to her and smiled. He would be making a phone call to Nevada as soon as
he got her settled in.  He even contemplated taking her to his mom’s house. She
would have more room and it wasn’t right in the middle of town, but when he
approached her with the idea, she started to cry harder. Damn, a crying woman
was all he needed. “Okay, you can stay here,” he conceded. She had been saying
something about not wanting too many people to know where she was, and at the
moment, his mom’s house did have a few extra people in it. 
    The
dishes were washed, dried and put away before he finally looked up again. Jayna
had moved over to the couch and was lying there curled up under a throw. Her
color was better now, but she still looked beat. For the first time, he noticed
the shadow of a black eye still marking her face.  She was pretty, in almost an
exotic way.  The shape of her eyes was somehow different and her lips…they were
so full and….Oh he had to stop this! He didn’t want to be attracted to anyone,
especially someone who he would be in close contact with for Lord knows how
long. “Hey, I’m going to run out to my truck and get the stuff I rescued from
your car. I’ll be right back.”
    “Thank
you,” she murmured as her eyes closed.
    Logan
opened the door to go out and stopped suddenly. “Ah shit!”
    “What?
What’s wrong?” Jayna asked, sitting bolt upright.
    “I’m
sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, embarrassed. “It looks like the
storm hit.