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Highway 125
by bluehwys
Logan glanced at him from the corner of his eye and shifted into gear. He pulled back onto the highway sharply, tires spitting gravel as he went. In the passenger seat, Remy moaned softly and shifted. Too weak yet - and still in a bit of shock - he made no attempt to tuck himself away.
Logan smirked and flipped radio stations. Remy gaped at him, trying to form the question but finding his brain a little sluggish right now.
Logan licked a stray drop from the corner of his mouth and grinned.
"You're right, Cajun, ain't nothin' like gumbo."
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