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Logan felt guilty for the resentment he held onto since she left town. When Sawyer spoke about her dreams, Logan knew she wouldn't stick around, and why should she? She was out in the world, achieving everything she ever wanted, she didn't need him. Logan might not have been happy with her leaving, but he never would have stopped her for his own selfish reasons. Grabbing a bottle of water, he handed it to Sawyer, picking up a second before closing the fridge door. Her comment about the lonely nights hadn't gone unnoticed, and the invitation to join her had him stop to look at her. The laughter that came after gave him mixed messages, even if Logan had a second of considering it. "It's not that easy, Sawyer. I have a job. I can't afford time off last minute." Even if she meant for one show, it would mean days away.

her fingers toyed with the cap to her water bottle, her mouth dry but still not making a move to open it. it was easy to get distracted, to pretend like this was just a casual visit. maybe it had been, up until she saw him and the ache for him grew. sawyer had missed being away from him, but it was worse having him so close and not being able to touch him. "i mean i can give you money if it's about not being able to afford the time away." the words were out before she could really think it through, but they were out there all the same — and she had more money than she knew what to do with these days. "please come with me?" she questioned softly, more seriously this time.

"eh, not really," she admits shaking her head -- staying away from both siblings figuring that the both of them disliked her at that point, yet brody surprised her by coming back around. "so. . . you're feeling lonely right now?" brow quirks, the smile upon her lips growing at his compliment. "and this is why you get to try any new receipts i decide to make first," the way he would always hype her up made her feel good. placing a cinnamon roll and drizzling icing on top, she placed four freshly baked cookies on the side before serving him his plate. "of course, it's why i made so much." she admits, he always seems to be in the back of her mind. "but honestly i probably would've gotten distracted by tommy and he probably would've stolen all your goodies from me."

"probably for the best. i feel like she's humbled a bit after everything, but she's still her." if he continued to hang out with her again, they would inevitably cross paths anyway but he was determined to keep them mostly separate. "not anymore." he grinned. part of him still didn't fully believe she planned to bring him anything at all, but she wasn't typically one to lie either. "cause i'm an excellent taste testers. at least i can talk more than tommy, give more compliments." he points out, trying to one up a baby. "yeaaaah, at least you own it." icing coating the side of his face as he took a big bite, eyes rolling back into his head dramatically. "ohmahgawd." he mumbled, mouth filled as he practically busted a nut at the delicious bite. "now tommy will get none, it's all mine."

his brow furrows at the female before shaking his head, "oh no -- don't even blame the hormones, you were like that way before you got pregnant again." he points out, though she had a good point, chad was one to enjoy all the sex that she was willing to give. "please, you know that tommy here adores me way more, think he's attached." arms move to wrap around the small child. a groan escapes his lips, "i still don't know why you have to go over there... as if he can't handle that shit himself."

"hormones don't stop right after you have the kid." she gave him a perplexed look, but really how would he actually know any differently? "but if you can't keep up with all the sex i want, i can find some other guys to rotate in the mix," she mused with a smirk. she didn't think he'd actually care in the least if she did that. "of course he's attached to his father, but in the end he'd pick me. ... alright maybe not, but this one is gonna be all mine." a hand to her stomach as she laughed. "actually, he can't. keeping track of that shit was never his strong suit, but every he trusts to do it seems to fuck him over. maybe i should too."

by Sela Shiloni for THR’s Sundance Studio (January 2025)

"What?!" Ali almost choked on her coffee. "I'm fully booked this month! What do you mean, a big anniversary party?" She looked over her shoulder at her assistant Naomi who feigned innocence, but it was difficult to sell the lie. She'd been over-booked, and no one on her staff wanted to admit the mistake. "Fine, fine.. just.. send them in. Is it the couple, or someone else?" She'd gather up the mess she'd made on her desk and shoved it all into a drawer before straightening out her top and sitting back down behind the glass desk. She barely clocked what her assistant said before she heard footsteps that broke the silence Naomi left when she hurried out of Ali's office. "Hi..."

this was beyond ridiculous in caleb's mind, but nevertheless here he was. the marriage wasn't even real, so why was an anniversary to celebrate it necessary? his wife, in the loosest of terms, insisted upon claiming him publicly as much as she could. before the woman's assistant could usher them in properly, sara was barging her way into the office. her fake smile plastered on her face and caleb stepped in after her. hands in his pockets, he surveyed the room and the woman behind the desk. "hi—" before he could speak any further, sara cut him off to introduce the both of them, frustrating the man to no end. "sara, sit." he told her tersely before turning his attention back to the stunning brunette. "hi, ai — was it? i'm caleb, this is the woman my father forced me to marry and she is insisting on a big anniversary party so that she can put her paws all over me in public. it's in your best interest to let her just do whatever she wants with your guidance and this will be over before you know it."

"No, no.. I think my transmission needs work. That's what the guy on the phone said when I called in to make an appointment. I've been here before, it's been a while but all of my info should be on file." Harry pointed at nothing in particular behind the front desk of the service shop he walked into a minute ago. "Turco. Harry Turco. And you can tell -- Mike? I think? -- that I'm here." He'd glance up and down the frame of the person behind the desk, who was already rolling their eyes at him.

"your transmission doesn't just need work, you need a new one." the blonde spoke, with a roll of her eyes. though she was about to just hand him back the keys and send him on his way before she punched a client in the face. "a mike doesn't work here, my dude, so." walking out from behind the desk, her pants were clad in oil and whatever else was on the floor of the garage. "i'm the one working on your car, so what'll it be, bub? thousands of trying to repair the shitty transmission or slightly less thousands of a new transmission?"

He'd had his fair share of difficult charges in the past, but somehow Bailey had caused him the most trouble. How many times now had he gone to check on her to find that she'd managed to slip from his grasp yet again? Really, he was considering just tying her down until this was all over with. "No," He answered her plea with as much authority as he could muster, being sure not to let go of her, lest she try to make an escape. "There are way too many people here, any one of them could be dangerous. You're going home. Now." His eyes narrowed. "Please don't make me throw you over my shoulder. I really don't want to cause a scene."

he wasn't the first bodyguard she had and he wouldn't be the last. her family constantly had threats looming over them, some worse and more active than others — like now. bailey had learned how to get out from under their thumb a long time ago. most were more easily manipulated, but levi, not so much. with a huff, she paused her dancing and raked a hand through her sweaty hair. "then how about you dance with me?" arms stretched upward to drape over his shoulders as she stepped closer, with a smirk. "put your arms around me, then i'm protected from all angles, right?"

“oh, no, you weren’t just late. you were missing for an hour, not even a phone call or a heads up. do you know how embarrassing it is to sit there and get lectured about how i deserve better and i couldn’t back you up for it.” the last thing harlow wants to do is seem like an annoying girlfriend but she can’t help but wonder if they were right. “i wanted them to like you but you ruined that for us.”

"you could have backed me up, you chose not to." hunter pointed out. he knew that wouldn't help the situation, but he couldn't help himself. "you could have said i was delayed helping my grandmother with her groceries or something, but nope." again, he gave another heavy roll of his eyes as his arms shot out to the sides. "i don't need them to like me, why do you need them to like me?"

Truth be told, Sawyer didn't really deserve the hostile greeting that Logan had given her. While he never wanted her to leave, he had no right in keeping her where she wasn't happy. She had a life she wanted to live, ambitions she wanted to achieve and Logan couldn't keep her away from that. His bitterness stemmed from missing her, from the regret he felt for not trying to make this work. Logan simply nodded as he pulled away. Mixed feelings ran through him as she revealed how long she was staying in town. Two weeks. Two weeks of constantly seeing her face, he was deciding whether that was a good thing or not. "I've missed you too," Logan admitted in a murmur. No matter how upset he was at her, he needed her to know that. "What do you want to drink? How was tour?" Logan began to busy himself, pulling the fridge door open to inspect what drinks he had to offer.

sawyer wouldn't talk about regret. she had achieved everything she wanted and more when she left town in the rearview, how could she regret it? it wasn't easy being alone, surrounded by thousands all the time, and her time was never her own. it was the price to pay, but the fact that he had paid a hefty price for it as well never sat right with her. that was beyond how she still felt about him. the returned sentiment had her face lighting up in a small smile in surprise, "yeah?" she watched as he turned to the fridge, playing the host. "i'm good with just water." she told him, always defaulting to it. "tour was good, fun. lonely, especially at night." she answered, her arms sliding along the counter to lean against it. "you should come with me." she offered with a small chuckle to mask the seriousness behind it.

Stella leaned back against his hand for a moment, feeling the touch through the fabric of her dress. "So then what you're saying is to keep you by my side the whole night? That's a tough job, but I guess I can manage." She cooed, using her nails to scratch lightly at the nape of his neck.

"yeah, that's what i'm saying." he tossed a grin at a few other buddies as he passed, making their way into the party. "i know, it's gonna be rough but someone's gotta do it right?" tilting his head, he peered down at her. "do you want me to get us something to drink?"