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    Let It Happen – Chapter XXI

    Without warning he stood swiftly, and bolted for the door.  Bette, momentarily surprised, chased after him.

    Logan ran for the kitchen, where Tina had gone to, upon returning from her meeting half an hour ago.  She was supervising the unwrapping of furniture there.  The men were almost done, and were packing out the packing material.

    “Tina!  Tina!,” he was calling out as he ran.

    “Don’t you dare!” Bette was shouting after him, as she gave chase.

    Tina could hear some sort of commotion, and turned towards the general direction of  Bette’s office, which was around the staircase.  It was one of three rooms in the first level of the duplex that could be shut with a door.  Otherwise, the whole area was open-space, with the kitchen, the dining room, a hall between both, and the spacious entrance area to the duplex flowing from one space to the next.

    She saw Logan barreling down towards her, and Bette running behind him.  Tina smiled as she looked at both expectantly.

    “What’s up?, “ she asked as Logan ran up to her, and clutched her shoulders with both hands on either side.  He was panting a bit, and struggled to get his words out.  “Can I …”

    Bette had caught up to him, and bent down her hands on her knees as she rasped out, “You can’t…”

    “Have the sofa,” they said simultaneously.

    They giggled through their shortened breaths, looking sideways at each other, as Tina asked, turning her head from one to the other, “What?!”

    “I want the sofa,” Logan said as Bette said at the same time, “Don’t agree to it.”

    “What?!,” Tina asked again, laughing this time.  She reached for Bette’s hand automatically, kissing it, as the brunette straightened up from her crouch.

    Logan released his hold of Tina’s shoulders.  Then clasped his hands together, and in a begging voice, asked “Please Tina… let me have the sofa?”

    Tina smiled.  Logan was probably teasing Bette again.  He and Bette were a lot alike, and had developed a bond between them, almost sibling-like ever since she and Bette got back together, and returned to New York, after reconnecting in Paris.  She knew that Bette and Logan regularly had lunch together during the work week, and that Logan had begun confiding in Bette, sometimes seeking her advice.  On her part, Bette told her that she saw in Logan a big brother that she had never had, and had often expressed her thanks to him for taking care of Tina while she’d been away.

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