Title: Never Too Late

Word Count: 5,712

Rating: PG-14 for language {May change in the future}

Warnings/Spoilers: All three seasons are fair game. And read There and Back Again, for clarification.

Summary: Bringing them home was easy. It was what they risked and would miss that was hard.

Official Disclaimer: All Veronica Mars characters and plots belong to Rob Thomas and the CW. I do not hold stock either the man or the company. Veronica Mars, Logan Echolls, and any other character featured are NOT mine.

Waking up with the alarm was something that Logan had become familiar with over the last few months. It was waking up with a second person in his bed that hadn’t been there when he went to sleep that he had to learn to become accustomed to. He rolled over, silencing the alarm and then wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, pulling her closer to him. He buried his nose in her hair and kissed the back of her head. “This is something I could get used to.”

“I still have a bedroom downstairs.” Veronica shifted in her boyfriends’ arms and rolled him onto his back before sliding over his body and resting one leg on either side. “I just wanted to make sure we had a very good morning.”

Logan pulled her down so their torso’s touched. “Things are gonna get pretty hectic pretty fast,” Logan agreed, letting his hands rest lightly on her hips. It wasn’t often that Veronica ended up in his bed, and he was fully intending on taking advantage of it. He kissed her neck slowly, and then rolled them so she was pinned beneath him.

“All I can say now is you better enjoy this, Echolls.” Her shirt came up over her head and she kissed his cheek before lying back against the down feather pillows that he had insisted on. “Because this is all you’re getting until Duncan and Lilly move out.”

It wasn’t often that Mac was actually allowed to use the key that she had been given to the Echolls-Mars beach house. In truth anytime both cars were in the driveway she was almost apprehensive, but she had been told that if she wasn’t there by eleven to help Veronica with her long list of things to do that she would be disowned. She dropped her keys on the sideboard, sliding her laptop bag to the floor and then headed into the kitchen, hoping that she could make enough noise to alert the rest of the house that they were no longer alone.

“Coffee’s cold.” Veronica’s voice came from behind her, and Mac had to force herself not to ask what a wet-haired Veronica was doing coming from Logan’s floor. “There’s some tea in the cabinet, though. “

“I don’t want to know why there’s a full pot of cold coffee, do I?” Mac took a glass out of the cabinet and the reached into the fridge for the milk. “I do want to know why I just ditched my ethics class.”

Veronica chuckled and ran the towel over her hair again. “Ethics?” With a shake of her head, Veronica let the obvious joke slide. “I need baby stuff,” Veronica said off-handedly, tossing the towel onto the barstool next to her. “And I need to get the guest room ready for tonight, and I can’t get it done by myself.”

Mac just nodded, taking a sip of her milk. “We’ll make a list,” she decided, running a hand through her hair and then turning to smile at the shirtless Logan that had just cleared the stairs. “Although ditching ethics for a topless show isn’t a bad tradeoff.”

“Love you too, Mackie.” Logan patted her head and reached around her to grab a mug of his own. He filled it with the cold coffee and then popped it into the microwave, setting the timer. “And for the record, exotic dancers go topless. Men are shirtless.”

“Something tells me you wouldn’t resist if someone decided to stuff some ones down your pants.” Mac patted his chest and moved to the other side of the room. “If you need some heavy lifting, Dick owes me a favor.” She was addressing Veronica this time, almost blocking Logan out completely. “He’s got English until noon but I don’t think he’d mind if we fed him.”

Logan took his now warm coffee out of the microwave and sighed. “I’m not sure which bothers me more,” he said slowly, taking a sip. “The fact that my best friend owes you a favor, or that you now know his schedule.” He paused and then shook his head. “You deciding to lower your standards?”

“The second I do you’re the first to know.” She winked. Logan stuck his tongue at her and she turned to her best friend who was watching the scene with a morbid curiosity. “Did you want to go shopping first?” She ran a hand through her hair and then stuck the other one into the pocket of her corduroys.

“Can I trust you two to behave while I go change?” Veronica asked candidly, pulling her towel off of the barstool and wrapping it around her shoulders.

Mac nodded and Logan shrugged. “We’ll do our best,” he promised, taking another sip of his coffee. When Veronica was out of the room, Logan looked his friend over. “How’s the single life treating you, Mackie?”

“Not too bad.” She jammed her other hand into her pocket and eyed her glass of milk on the counter. She and Bronson had been together for almost a year when he had called it off. She tried for days to get him to give her more of an answer then the fact that he didn’t think her heart was truly in it. She had been forced to admit that in the end he was right, and she was better for it. “Dick keeps trying to drag me to parties though. I could probably go without that.”

“I can talk to him if you’d like.” Logan drained the coffee cup with one last swig and poured himself another one. Reheated coffee wasn’t his favorite way to get caffeine in the morning, but he really didn’t want to wait until another pot was brewed.

Mac just shook her head. “It’s not that bad,” she decided, grabbing her glass of milk and moving out into the living room. “He just wants me to get out more.”

“You’re defending Dick Casablancas?” Logan joked quickly. “The second coming is here.”

When she dropped herself onto the couch, Mac threw a glare over her shoulder. “And here I thought it was mandatory that we got along.” She looked toward Veronica’s room and then back at Logan. “We can’t hate each other forever, you know.”

“Not what I meant, Mackster.” Logan held a hand up defensively. “My life is actually easier when everyone gets along. I just meant that you and Dick seem to be more buddy buddy then in recent past.”

“And I meant that we kind of have to be.” Mac took a sip of her drink and glanced again at Veronica’s bedroom door. The last thing she wanted was for her friend to walk out during this conversation. Veronica had vocally opposed Dick and Mac becoming friends over the summer. Now that spring semester was here there was no telling where the blonde detective sat on the issue. “We’ve got too much in common to hate each other anymore.”

Logan nodded thoughtfully. “Well, he could use a friend like you,” he decided, smiling down at Mac. “And you could use a friend like him.”

There was a pause as Mac cocked her head to one side. “ A misogynistic drunken lay about?” she asked off-handedly.

“I was going to go with fun loving, doesn’t take life too seriously kind of guy.” Veronica’s door popped open and Logan shook his head as he stood. “I’m going to go get dressed, then Dick and I are going to go to the gym.” He kissed Veronica on the head and then turned to Mac. “Let us know if you need that heavy lifting.”

“Probably about all you’re good for,” Mac joked back, trying not to look at the frown that was now directed her way. Logan was almost up the stairs before she actually turned to address Veronica. “We actually do get along,” she told her friend after a moment.

Veronica pulled one of Logan’s hoodies over her head and smiled. “You mean you two argue for my benefit?” she asked sarcastically, shaking her head as she moved over to the other side of the couches to slide into her flip flops.

As she stood, she knew that a lecture would be coming the second they were in the car and Logan wasn’t able to save her. “We do it out of love,” she joked, grabbing the notebook and pen off of the counter and handing it to her friend. “You start the list, I’ll drive.”

There weren’t that many reasons for Logan to be standing in the middle of the Balboa County Sheriffs department in the middle of the afternoon, but since the death of Don Lamb, he didn’t find the prospect to be as daunting anymore. He’d just arrived from the gym, and he hadn’t even had to say hello to Leo before he was ushered into the Sheriff’s office. Granted, he wouldn’t be nearly as nervous if the Sheriff had been there waiting for him.

“Logan.” Keith Mars wandered into his office and looked at his daughter’s boyfriend for a moment before dropping down into his chair and taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Logan debated all of the ways that he could tell Keith about what had happened last night, and the fact that in less then six hours he would be picking his best friend and his daughter up from the airport. Everything from a serious confession to joking about it had crossed his mind, and in truth, no matter how he did it, Logan foresaw himself getting yelled at for some reason. He shook his head when he realized that he had gone a full three minutes without speaking and then looked Keith in the eye. “Did you hear the kidnapping charges have been dropped?” he asked solemnly.

Keith didn’t have to ask which charges. There was only one kidnapping case that Logan would possibly be interested in. “The local FBI director may have called to let me know about that.” he said after a moment. “Does this mean that I shouldn’t be too surprised to find out that at three-nineteen tonight Duncan and Lilly Kane will be landing in Neptune?”

“Do I want to know how you keep tabs on all of this stuff?” Logan ran a hand over his head and then laughed when he realized that his visit today meant absolutely nothing.

“Jake Kane stopped by my office yesterday after harassing my daughter at the food court.” Keith took another sip of his coffee and then looked at Logan thoughtfully. He was trying to be a good kid now, and that had to count for something. “He brought in the paperwork, and I called the local FBI director and found out that the second Duncan put his name on a ticket it had been flagged in their system. “ He picked up a file and handed it to Logan. “They know where he’s coming from, and I hate to tell this to my daughter, but if he tries to run again, he won’t be able to go back to Australia.”

“I’m sure she already realized that.” Logan thumbed through the file. The FBI hade compiled his current address and phone number, and they had taken pictures of his condo. They even had Lilly’s school records in the few hours since he had told his friend that he could come home. It would have been impressive if he hadn’t seen how fast Veronica could work. “I just wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any problem with me picking them up from the airport, and that you knew they were allowed to be here.”

“I’m not looking forward to arresting Duncan,” Keith said slowly, taking the folder back and setting it on top of others on his desk. “And I’m not planning on doing it either, not as long as the three of you stay out of trouble.” Keith watched Logan’s face and realized that the younger man had no idea what it was he was talking about. “I was planning on having this conversation with my child later, but I’m going to be keeping an eye on you three. This trial may not go down like you’re hoping, and there’s no way this Sheriff is going to let Duncan go if he tries to run again.”

Logan took a deep breath and blew it out of his nose. “I don’t think I need to tell you that we’re planning on obeying the law, no matter the outcome.”

Keith laughed. “It’s nice of you to lie to me, Logan,” he said after a moment. “But I know my daughter. And I know she’s not going to let Lilly be handed over to the Mannings if she can help it.”

Logan just nodded. “I’ve got to get back to the house,” he almost announced, groping for a way out of the conversation.

“Tell my kid that I’m going to come see her when I can get out of here.” Keith frowned at his daughter’s boyfriend and then allowed himself to smile. “And Alicia wants to have all you kids over to the house sometime soon for dinner.” He paused when Logan turned back to face him. “And I do mean all. Duncan and Lilly have been invited, too.”

“Thanks.” Logan ran a hand through his hair and then turned again. “See ya later, Keith.”

“Have a good day, Logan.”

“So where’s Wallace?” Mac pulled her hair up into a ponytail and went back to putting together the play pen that she and Veronica were assembling on Logan’s floor. They had already put an identical one on Veronica’s floor, and there was even one in the basement near the pool table. There were baby monitors to be placed in almost every single room and Mac had to refrain from commenting when she saw that Logan’s AmEx black card was responsible for the tab on this trip.

“This close to finals, you know how Wallace gets.” Veronica snapped the rod in place and sat back. “He’ll probably reemerge in a few days after his engineering final claiming his brain is fried.” She tossed the baby pillow that she was sitting on into the pen and smiled when she realized that the only thing left to do was change the sheets in the guest room and finish washing the clothes that she had bought for Lilly, and Logan’s housekeeper was already working on the sheets.

Mac smiled. “And tell me how you’re planning on studying for finals with your houseguests?” She ran a hand over her head and patted her pony tail. “Logan too. There’s going to be a lot of activity here over the next few weeks.”

“That’s what Logan said this morning, but we’ll manage.”

If Veronica seemed nonplussed about it, Mac decided that she shouldn’t worry, either. Then again, Veronica was holding steady to her 4.0 GPA. Tt was Logan who was struggling. “Well, my last final is on Tuesday, so if you need anyone to watch Lil while Duncan’s with the lawyer I’m volunteering.” She thought about what she was offering and then smiled when she realized that a little time with Lilly could be just what the doctor ordered. “It won’t help anyone if you and Logan fail your finals.”

“We just may have to take you up on that.” Veronica heard the dryer buzz and was on her feet again as Mac just lounged against the couch. “And I’m suddenly wondering where my boyfriend has gotten off to.”

“He doesn’t usually spend hours on end at the gym?” Mac knew more about Logan’s schedule then most people did, but it still wouldn’t surprise her if he did decide to put in a few more hours on a day when he didn’t have class just to work out some of the frustration that the last few days might have brought on.

Mac’s phone went off again and both Veronica and Mac looked to the coffee table. “If that’s Dick for the third time, then I’m fairly certain that Logan and Dick aren’t at the gym anymore.” Mac reached for her phone with just a hint of a smile and then Veronica frowned.

“Well he is going to have to get to the airport soon.” Mac ran a hand through her hair and reached for her water bottle. “Maybe he left early in order to make it past security.”

Logan Echolls was probably the one and only person that Neptune National security would let through the gates to wait on a plane to land. After seeing the Sheriff and making sure he still had a house, he’d gone ahead to the airport to make sure he was on time for when the plane landed. He’d made it through both check points and past the airport waiting area and all he’d had to do was sign a few autographs and take a few pictures. He had never been happier to do so when his best friend and his daughter cleared the gate. “DK!”

Three flights and two layovers had done nothing for Duncan’s disposition. He was still as happy as he had been when he and Lilly had loaded themselves into the cab first thing that morning in Australia. He readjusted his t-shirt and bounced his daughter lightly on his hip when he heard his name being called. He was still paranoid when it came to airports. “Logan.” Duncan waved and Lilly followed suit. “Do I want to know how exactly you made it all the way back here?”

“You can ask but I don’t have to tell.” Reaching for his Goddaughter, Logan kissed the toddler on the head and shook the hand of her father, pulling him into a light hug. He couldn’t express how glad he was to be able to just walk right into an airport to pick them up. They didn’t have to worry about the subterfuge that Veronica and Wallace had to go through last time Duncan came to town. “Hello, Miss Lilly.” He took her bag from her father and twirled her around. “Did you enjoy the flight?”

“She slept through the whole thing.” Duncan fell into step next to his best friend and ran a hand over his daughter’s head. She turned to face him, sticking her tongue out at him before nestling her head back into Logan’s shoulder. “Thank God!”

“Daddy’s joking,” he whispered none too quietly, patting her on the back. “We’re going to put him back on the plane.” He kissed her nose just to listen to her giggle.

Duncan wiped his daughter’s mouth and smiled. “Uncle Logan’s forgetting that if I get on a plane so do you. And then grandma and grandpa get to be pissed that they brokered this deal for no reason.”

The cuss word that came out of Logan’s mouth was not something that Lilly should have heard, much less repeated a second later. When Duncan shouted his name in the middle of the airport, Logan sighed. “What? She’s heard worse.” He hoisted Lilly onto his other hip and kissed her lightly on the forehead. “Come on, Pumpkin. Aunt Veronica’s likely to be pissed I took so long.”

They didn’t have to go through baggage claim; Duncan packed only enough to make it through the flights and the first day. There had been a plan in his mind to send Lilly shopping with Veronica once they got settled. When they exited the building and managed to make it past the cameras, he didn’t even think to question why it was that Logan was double parked in a fire lane.

“We headed to your place?” he asked slowly as he lifted Lilly from his friend’s hip and secured her into the car seat that Logan had in his backseat. He didn’t even bother asking why Logan and Veronica had hung onto the one they had bought when he had come to town the year before. Briefly he wondered where they hid it.

“Ronnie told me that we needed to come straight home.” Logan slid into the drivers seat and slid the key into the ignition. “Apparently we are going to get changed and go out to eat like the non-fugitives that we are.“

Duncan shook his head. “Lilly’s not used to eating out,” he said after a moment. In Australia he had very rarely taken her to a McDonalds much less a fancier place. “Can’t we just order in and save the noise and the temper tantrum for a time when Celeste wants to take us out?”

There was a chuckle and Logan tried not to nod. “I have no problem with that.” He answered, double checking Lilly in her seat before pulling out of the fire lane and into the flow of airport traffic.

After the thirty minute drive, Duncan realized that he should have been more specific when it came to questioning his friend about living arrangements.

When Logan said ‘little’ cottage, Duncan had gotten into his head an idea of a small two bedroom bungalow on a private beach. At the very most he was thinking a nice-sized condo. When the Rover pulled onto a private drive within miles of Cape Crescent and in front of a gated three story beach house, Duncan had to remind himself that he could take his friend out of the 90909 zip code, but it would take a while to get the 90909 zip code out of his friend. It was a light tan color and the side closest to the road boasted of broad windows and multiple French doors. The view was probably amazing.

“Nice little cottage,” Duncan reminded his friend quietly as the Rover pulled up between a restored Lebaron and a police car. Veronica’s Saturn was parked on the other side of Keith’s. Logan noted that Mac’s Bug and Dick’s Truck were both notably absent from the driveway. At least one of the two was likely to show back up before the end of the night.

“I bought it for the double master suites,” Logan said slowly, killing the engine and popping the locks. When Duncan shot him a skeptical look he laughed. “The one on the top floor’s mine, the one closest to the kitchen is Ronnie’s.” Logan pulled Lilly out of her car seat and bounced her on his hip and tickled her chin. “She claims she doesn’t feel right sleeping at her dad’s new place now that Keith and Alicia set a date, so she has her own space here. There’s even a studio on the top floor.”

“And how do you explain the car?”

Logan shouldered the duffle bag and laughed. “Don’t ask.”

“Are you sure that this is what you want to get yourself involved in?” Keith set down his coffee cup and leaned back on the chair in the breakfast nook. He watched his daughter flutter around, folding toddler clothes and going back through a box of toys to double check the contents. “Taking care of a child is tiring work.”

“I won’t be the only one taking care of Lilly.” Veronica stopped long enough to give her father a mock stern look. It was pointless to be debating this with her now, especially since Logan had already texted her to let her know that he had successfully made the pick up. “Her father will be here, too.”

Keith took another sip of his coffee and smiled. “You mean the father that you snuck into the country last year?”

Veronica just huffed. “And here I thought you knew who Lilly’s father was,” she snapped back at him. Their father daughter chat had turned into something harsher then either of them wanted.

His hands came up in surrender. “Retract the claws, buttercup. I just want you to understand that if this doesn’t go as you and Logan want it to, you’re going to be very, very upset when Duncan has to give that baby up.”

There was no room for debate in Veronica’s eyes when she turned to her father. “He won’t,” she promised, and then shook her head. She would be working closely with Clarence in the investigation of the Manning’s, among other things. “And I know I shouldn’t be telling you this, but there is already more then one contingency plan in place in case this goes wrong.” She ran a hand through her hair. “The head of the Kane security team and I have already seen to it.”

“I hate it when you warn me of this stuff.” Keith’s hand went over his face and through what little hair he had left. He had no doubt that his daughter had more ways then he could think of to get Duncan and the baby out of the country. And now that she tipped him off, he would have to start. “It’s like you love reminding me that you’re the best criminal I know.”

“Taught by the best cop this side of the Prime Meridian,” Veronica announced proudly, folding the last of Lilly’s clothes and placing them in the basket. She had been shopping for a few items, knowing that Duncan’s idea of packing for an extended vacation was a toothbrush and his gold card. “You really shouldn’t jump to the conclusion that everything I do that I don’t tell you about it illegal.” She checked her watch again and then sighed. They really should have been home by now.

“I don’t jump to conclusions, Veronica,” Keith said after a moment, trying his hardest to get his daughter to understand that it wasn’t that he wanted her to be a criminal. He just wanted to be proud of the fact that she’s smarter then him when it comes to more then the law. “I take a tiny step forward and there conclusions are.” He watched her come up short and he knew the temptation to flick him off was almost too much for her. “And I would like to go on record that I’m glad that Duncan and Lilly can safely come home for the trial.”

“Thank you.” The front door slammed, Logan bellowed something about being home, and Veronica’s grin got wider. “We’re upstairs!” she shouted back.

Two flights of stairs later while lugging a duffle and a child, Logan leaned against the railing. “You’re going to have to learn to be more specific.” Logan kissed Veronica on the forehead even as the petite blonde was reaching for the toddler in his arms. “Keith. Long time no see.”

“Alicia says dinner’s on for tomorrow night,” he informed the younger man, in continuation of their previous conversation. Then he turned to his daughter, who now had a wiggling toddler in her arms. “And I assume this is Lilly.” The child giggled as Keith tickled under her neck.

Duncan stopped short at the sight of the sheriff and tried to smile. “Mr. Mars,” he said after a second, patting his daughters head.

“It’s Keith,” Keith said quickly, silently hoping that Duncan had omitted the last time that they had met when talking to his daughter. “And welcome home, Duncan.”

“Thank you.” He watched as Veronica shifted his daughter on her hip and took off her shoes, setting them on the side table. “And thank you for letting us crash here.”

“Mi casa es tu casa.” Veronica motioned to the living room and then set Lilly down in the play pen, watching the little girl take a running start at the stuffed elephant in the corner. “Besides, I’m not paying rent here so I get no say in whether or not you stay.”

“You have your own floor” Logan argued. “And I don’t pay rent here so neither should you.” He looked to Keith for help and then sighed when the older Mars just chuckled. He may not like the fact that his only daughter was shacking up with her boyfriend, but he couldn’t say that Logan wasn’t doing his best to take care of his girl. Logan turned back to Duncan and sighed. “What did you want for dinner?”

Veronica turned then, watching her father bend to pick up his hat from the coffee table. “I thought we were going out,” she asked even as her father was putting his hat on.

“We were thinking we could skip the media circus,” Logan said after a minute, looking to Keith again for assistance.

This time Keith complied. “They’ve both had a long day,” he piped up as he adjusted his jacket and prepared to leave. He still had to put in a few hours at the office before he was allowed to go home to his fiancé. “Maybe it would be best if you guys just ordered take out.”

“Lilly’s never been out to a restaurant,” Veronica said quickly. “I wanted to be there when she experienced it.”

“And I want her to throw food at Celeste on her first outing out,” Duncan said offhandedly, watching as Lilly threw her stuffed elephant at the wall of her play pen and laughing when it bounced back at her. “We’ll hit a McDonalds or something tomorrow. I just want a quiet night in tonight.”

“It’s settled.” Keith kissed his daughter on the head and smiled. “I have to get back to the station,” he announced. “Promise me no laws will be broken tonight?”

Duncan laughed. “We’ll save it for tomorrow,” he joked, watching as Keith eyed the room wearily before hugging his daughter and throwing a two finger wave at Logan. “Have a good night, Mr. Mars.”

“It’s Keith,” he corrected again before heading for the stairs. “And I mean it. Stay out of trouble tonight.”

Logan dropped himself down onto the couch and readjusted the baby monitor on the end table. The house had long since gone silent; the only two awake were the men. He took a sip of his Scotch and looked to his friend. Veronica had gone to bed hours ago, after putting Lilly down in the guest room for the night. Logan remembered wishing that Veronica’s room had been on the floor with the guest room, and then he watched Duncan take the baby monitor and attach it to his hip on his way out the door onto the deck.

“Do I get spared the lecture of my million dollar house?” He asked as Duncan took in the view for the first time. “I’ve got an extra board if you want to try surfing in the morning.”

“I don’t think Lilly’s ready to be left by herself in a new environment.” Duncan took a sip of his drink and shrugged. Lilly would be fine. He knew it, he wasn’t even sure why he was using her as an excuse. “I think I may have to call my dad and meet with the lawyer.” He tried again, the second excuse falling as flat as the first.

Logan nodded knowingly and patted his friend on the back. “Mac offered to take her for a few hours if you needed it.” He said after a moment. “And Veronica won’t pass up the chance to spend time with her.”

“There was a time when I thought she’d be a perfect mother to Lilly.” Duncan dropped down onto the ottoman of the lounger and looked at Logan.

“You can’t have my girlfriend.” The younger man joked; turning to make sure the back door was shut.

Duncan laughed. “Just being honest man, I don’t want her anymore.”

There was a pause and Logan shook his head. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.” He admitted softly. “Although if you had said differently you and I might have had to fight. “

“Things finally going well?” The Kane heir set his drink on the railing and double checked the baby monitor. He hadn’t heard a thing from his daughter since she had been laid to bed and that worried him slightly. He had never seen Lilly adapt to being in a new place as fast as she seemed to be relaxing around Logan and Veronica.

Logan chuckled. “Best year of my life.” He admitted softly. “Ronnie and I are finally in a good place. I’ve grown up enough to appreciate it. I’m doing really well, man.”

“You look happy.” Duncan added quickly, taking a sip of his drink.

“I feel it.”

Duncan leaned back and frowned. “So tell me what else I’ve missed. What’s new with Dick?”

There was a chuckle and Logan thought about their mutual friend. Dick had been the one to make the biggest transformation over the last year. “He’s started going to class.” He said after a moment, trying his hardest not to speculate to his best friend about why Dick had begun attending classes. He knew what he and Veronica thought, but he wanted to see what Duncan had to say about it after the Kane heir had seen it first hand. “He’s been going to therapy too. Mac recommended her therapist and she seems to be doing him a world of good.”

“Mac or the therapist?”

Logan gave up and smiled. “Both.” He said after a moment. “The shrink seems to help him stay focused, but Mac’s been keeping him academically straight. She’s even been tutoring him when he needs the help.”

“She still seeing the PETA Guy?”

“PHAT.” Logan corrected, “And she and Bronson broke up.” He didn’t want to go too deep into his tech buddy. There were still days when he was so sure that she was going to fall apart if someone said the wrong word to her. Those were the days that he noticed that she and Dick were joined at the hip. “She’s flying solo for now.”

“You say ‘for now’ like there’s someone who’s hopeful.”

Logan just grinned. “You’ll see.” He promised, and then he shifted his feet on the deck and ran a hand through his hair. “Have you called your dad yet?”

There was a groan and Logan watched as Duncan ran a hand through his hair, pulling on the roots. “I’ll call him in the morning.” He said slowly, indecisively.

“You should call him now.” Logan handed his phone over to his best friend and watched as Duncan stared at it.

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