LOGAN’S POV
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I don't mind quiet, I really don't. My phone dings or rings most of the day, the pack life is a busy one, most people want to talk with me and I get invited for interviews more than I like-- but I do them because it is what is bst for the pack, for my home and my family. I do it because I've worked my ass off, and publicity is always good for the business.
But this quiet, this silence-- I can't take it.
Celina's sitting in my passenger seat as if she wanted to shrink into the leather and disappear. Her body is strung tight, one foot tapping against the rubber rug beneath her heels. Her eyes are dull as she stares out of the window, her jaw tight, her soft looking lips rubbing over each other, teeth pulling at her lips, pulling the pink skin tighter, but it's the glassy gl
