Logan’s sleep was much as it always was.Dark. Cold. Empty.Seemingly endless.Then, out of nowhere, a face appeared to him in the darkness. A pale, pretty face with dark eyes.She called to him in a sweet, husky voice. “Logan.”Well, Logan thought. If he was going to develop the talent for dreaming, these were the kinds of dreams he could enjoy.

Logan’s sleep was much as it always was.Dark. Cold. Empty.Seemingly endless.Then, out of nowhere, a face appeared to him in the darkness. A pale, pretty face with dark eyes.She called to him in a sweet, husky voice. “Logan.”Well, Logan thought. If he was going to develop the talent for dreaming, these were the kinds of dreams he could enjoy.

– Tessa Dare –

When a Scot Ties the Knot

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