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The following day, Logan entered the common room and saw Wendy seated at a sofa group with some friends. He decided to wander over and try being nice – maybe they could get along at school, after all. Now that she had made it clear she wanted to keep talking.
“Hi.”
She looked up, a bland expression on her face. “Yes? Can we help you?”
He narrowed his eyes, the cogs in his brain clicking into place. So that was the way she wanted to play it? Text buddies by night, but strangers by day? Not a problem, he was totally up for that.
“No, I just thought I might have left my pen here last night – it’s blue, have you seen it?” Logan copied her bland expression.
“I haven’t seen it.” She made a show of looking under a cushion before turning her face back to him with a hint of a sly smile behind the blandness.
Witch! Logan hid his own grin until he’d left the area. As the common room emptied to go to breakfast, Logan ran back to his own dorm. He pulled his suitcase from under the bed and riffled through it until he found what he was looking for.
Back in the common room he looked around for a girl he could use for his plan. Perfect – Sandra Blake. He was pretty sure she was one of the three girls who shared with Wendy. He approached her and asked if she did.
“Yes,” she answered, warily.
“Could you leave this on her bed? I said I'd lend it to her.”
Sandra glanced doubtfully at the object he held out.
“It’s for drama class,” Logan said, looking as innocent as he could.
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WENDY RETURNED TO HER room after lunch to switch out the books in her school satchel. She was just crossing the dorm to her desk when she stopped short.
Sitting innocuously on her bed was the Indiana Jones fedora hat.
Her face flushed a deep pink and heat hit her cheeks. Damn Logan and his obvious reminder! She was just very relieved to be alone at that moment, as her reaction would certainly have caused comment.
She picked it up, and considered sailing it straight out the window. But after looking quickly about her, she instead lifted it to her nose. Yep, she could still smell a hint of that intoxicating aftershave he’d been wearing that night. What was it? Something that gave her jelly legs, for sure. She should get some for her next boyfriend. Or would it only work that way if worn by Logan?
Clever boy, making her feel that way again. But there were no witnesses, so at least he’d never know. She placed the hat on the wooden post at the head of her bed and lay down looking up at it.
Forget being friends, the guy needed to be punished.
After staring thoughtfully at the ceiling for a few moments, Wendy smiled and rose. Pulling open the bottom drawer of her desk she fished out some art supplies.