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me anyway and cracks up laughing. I have the sudden urge to kick him in his shin. I've earned every pound, I doubt he would understand that, though, so I let it go.
     
      Logan takes his time squirting my hair with a spray bottle, brushing, drying, and then braiding my hair in one long French braid that hangs down my back.
     
    "This way your wavy hair will be extra wavy when we take this out tomorrow," He states like he put a lot of thought into this.
      "Um...Logan?"
     
      "Yes, my life size Barbie?" He replies, and this time I do kick him in the shin. He laughs.
     
      "Are you going to do my hair every day? At least...every day that I'm here?" I ask shyly.
     
      He looks a little hurt when he responds, "Do you not like me doing your hair?"
     
      "OH, no! I uh... I love it. I just...is it normal?" I look to my lap. I just admitted that I don't know what normal is. Which makes me strange. I am strange, but I don't want him to know that.
     
      Logan uses the end of the brush to lift my chin. "Why do you care what normal is Kitten? Is it that important to be like everyone else? You said you loved it, so does it matter?" His voice and his eyes are sincere.
     
    "No, I guess it doesn't."
     
    He smiles. “Good, and yes, I will be doing your hair every day. Every day that you are here. Which is as long as you want to be here. We want you to stay with us Kitten. We've already talked about it."
     
      I give him a confused look, "Why? Why would you want me to stay? You don't know me. I have done nothing to deserve any of this".
     
      His gives me a sympathetic look. "Let me guess, you're on your own. Have been for a long time right?" He asks, I nod. "You don't have anyone right? No parents, no family?" I shake my head, this time looking down. Everyone has parents; I just don't know who they are or why they didn't want me. He knows all of this already, what's he getting at? Logan tilts my chin up again.
     
      "Believe it or not Sweet Kitten, most of us were in the same position as you are now. We know what it's like and we don't want you out there on your own anymore. You're a tiny, young thing and as beautiful as you are, it makes you even more of a target."
     
    I blink at him. This amazing, kind, insanely attractive boy thinks I'm beautiful? I close my eyes, daring the tears pushing against my lids to fall.
     
      Logan must take this the wrong way because he rushes to say, "If you don't want to stay with us permanently, at least stay until we can make sure you will be taken care of. If that means finding you a family until you turn eighteen, or paying for a home for you and getting you a good, reliable job then that's what we'll do."
     
      I open my eyes to look at him, tears now flowing freely. Logan gently pulls me into a hug, cupping the back of my head in his large hand. With my face pressed up against his chest I whisper, "Even Remy?"
     
    ……..
     
    After having thoroughly laughed at me for my genuine question, Logan helped me from the counter and drug me behind him to Remy's office. That's where I am now. Seated in a brown leather chair facing his impressive desk. The room's as intimidating as the man who owns it. It's sparsely decorated in different shades of brown and cherry wood. Both walls on either side of the desk are full bookshelves with files, folders and worn looking books. Papers stick out all over the place like he just shoved them in somewhere. I wonder if he has a system or has to dig through every time he needs something.
     
      I wish he would hurry up. It feels like I've been sitting in here alone for over an hour. When Logan brought me, Remy had said he needed to talk to the guys and he'd be back shortly. Apparently we have a difference of opinion on what shortly means.
     
    Finally, a disheveled looking Remy walks in. Wearing a black button up shirt, untucked and the sleeves rolled up, paired with a dark pair of jeans and black boots, he looks the part of an attractive young man