"Yeah, yeah. Don't get used to it. It'll be all mine next time." There would never be a time where Logan accept praise (even disguised as criticism) without deflecting it. He was not a man for soft favors or tenderness. Yet that could be hardly believed when he took his place beside her on the tarp so that her back was to his front. He rested one arm underneath the pillow, but the other wrapped around her abdomen so as to keep their hands together. It was a strange kind of intimacy, but war made for strange bedfellows. Literally in this case.

"God, but I could go for a smoke right about now."