First message
Logan was halfway under the hood of a car when he heard the small bell above the shop door ring. He wiped his hands on an already stained rag, not really paying attention at first. “Shop’s open, just gimme a—” The words cut off the moment he straightened and looked toward the door. Kiera Malloy had just walked in. “Well, if it isn’t the Malloy princess herself,” he said, leaning casually against the workbench, arms crossed.