Chapter 3 - The Song Remembers When

                                    

                                          
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Disclaimer - ASP owns it all even though she ruined Rogan.  :)
                          
                  
                          
Chapter 3 – *The Song Remembers When
                          
I was standing at the counter 
 I was waiting for the change 
 When I heard that old familiar music start 
 It was like a lighted match had been tossed into my soul 
 It was like a dam had broken in my heart 
 After taking every detour 
 Gettin' lost and losin' track 
 So that even if I wanted I could not find my way back 
 After driving out the memory 
 Of the way things might have been 
 After I'd forgotten all about us 
 The song remembers when
                          
Logan stands against the glass looking in at the newborns behind them.  He's watching the newest member of the Huntzberger family. Little Elias Gene Davenport, is now 1 day old.  Logan thinks his newest nephew might be the cutest baby on the planet.  He smiles softly, Josh and Honor did good but then slightly scowls to himself, because that initial thought makes him think about how they "did" good.  Gross.
                          
He stops first by the gift shop to grab some stuff to surprise Honor.  He's been living full ensconced in London for a while now and he'd missed most of her pregnancy.  Sure they talked on Face time several times a week, but he'd been physically away from his sister for some time and he regretted it.  It felt great to be finally living back  in New York City.  The hum of the traffic, the lights, it felt like chaos, which meant he was finally home.
                          
As he grabs a funny looking stuffed monkey off the shelf he hears it, the music softly playing though the sound system in the gift shop and he stops.  It's been years, another lifetime maybe, since he's heard this music, the faint tones of "Moon River".  He knows it shouldn't still affect him this much.  Knows that he loved her enough for both of them, but his heart also knows that she said no.  Twice.  And yet he can move, can barely take a breath as he remember that first dance:
                          
She in his arms, and he wants to keep his cool, keep it simple and carefree, but she looks                amazing in that suit, and the look on her face tells him she's thinking something.  God when          isn't' this amazing woman thinking about something?  "What?'  He can't help himself but to            pry.
                          
"Why did you come?"  She asks and he hates how he feels like he already knows this girl so                well, a girl that he hasn't even kissed, and has no intention of doing so.
                          
She's not the kind of girl you just fuck around with.  That he knows with such certainly that             it scares him.  She's the girl you lose your heart too and he's just not ready to do that. So he           tries to keep the conversation light. "Open Bar."  He smiles, trying to distract her.  Surely                   she's been witness to his carefree drinking enough to believe that.
                          
"Quite a draw for a guy with a American Express Black card."  She says and it surprises him              to hear that irony in her voice and not the awe at which most girls view his relationship                    with money.
                          
But then, she's not most girl.  Keep it fun, Huntzberger, he says to himself again, "Live band,           salad, butter pats,.."
                          
"Logan," she interrupts but he keeps talking.
                          
"Little bags of those Jordan almonds."
                          
"Are you ever going to ask me out?" He smirks.  She has no idea what she's asking of him.  Or           the fact that she's not asking is more like it.  He's use to pushy girls, girls that make the first           move, and girls that throw themselves at him and his status, but she's insecure.  Why would         someone as beautiful as her ever be unsure of a guy liking her?  He has seen that damn                     Marty drool all over on a daily basis, and that truck driving Dean, look at her with stars in                 his eyes.