Logan sat in the front seat, chewing on the inside of his lip and trying to decide if he should just leave and go outside for a smoke, or if he should just pretend he'd... he'd what? Fallen asleep in the last few minutes, couldn't hear her? The second his name was moaned, he was out. He couldn't sit and do nothing and listen to her, hell, he felt like he should be close to hard again.

He pushed the door open, cringing at the gust of cold, and pulled a cigar out of his pocket, shouldering the door closed and taking a few steps from the truck before lighting up.

Well, that certainly complicated things a little.