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The twinkle in Logan’s dark eyes proved Hannah’s undoing. He looked like a naughty schoolboy right now, bunking off lessons, and in truth she felt like that, too. As the first drops of rain fell out of the darkening sky, she screeched and, holding onto his hand, ran with him.

“Where are we going?” She gasped, breathless after her sprint in the far too tight corset