The more time he spent with her, the less he thought of her as a cross between Lilly and Veronica. There were similarities, as there seemed to be with everyone woman he met, but that was only because he went looking for them. Neither Lilly nor Veronica had ever attended to him so gently. Veronica had been too sharp, too hardened, and Lilly had never known what to do when he showed up broken on her doorstep except kiss him and blow him and fuck him until he seemed to forget about it. Neither Lilly nor Veronica had been exceptionally strong physically, and as he quickly learned, his still nameless companion was quite formidable in that area. He still found himself gaping as she casually lifted things even he would strain against without flinching. And neither Lilly nor Veronica had seemed so... deep. Lilly had been shallow, or at least she'd played at it. And while Veronica had a sullied outlook on life and while she had seen a lot, there was something leagues deeper about this girl.
He was thinking that when she caught him staring at her one morning. She'd smiled knowingly, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she poured the milk into her cereal. "What?"
Of course, Logan couldn't tell her what he'd actually been thinking, especially since it was different from what she thought he'd been thinking. So, he improvised. "You speak French when you're asleep."
She paused, surprised on a number of levels. She replaced the milk in the refrigerator and asked, "The kind the speak in France or the kind you speak when you trip over the coffee table in the middle of the night?"
"Both," he admitted truthfully. "But I was speaking of the kind in France." He took a long swig of his water, ignoring how his hands shook. He'd already gone through the worst of the withdrawal, but he was still jittery. "Do I have your accent wrong?"
She paused, seeming upset about something in his words. But the flash of frustration passed as quickly as it had come upon her. She smiled pleasantly and simple asked, "Accent?"
"I thought I heard Chinese or... something," Logan said helplessly.
Her eyebrow twitched. "Japanese actually."
"But you speak French?" Logan pressed.
She nodded slowly, shading her eyes with her bangs. "I lived in Paris for a time."
"What was that like?" he asked, prying now, trying to see if she'd open up to him at all.
"Uneventful," she said sharply. She turned on her heel and went back into her room, her breakfast untouched.
Logan narrowed his eyes at this other difference. Lilly would never have been so secretive. And Veronica would never have been so patient.
He was happy to have found another.
