Chapter 179: Sounds More Like A Funeral To Me!

"Once I take down that guy, I will marry you!" Logan's gaze was deep and focused, "I'm gonna give it my all." Stacey didn't say a word. No. He couldn't offer what she really needed. But that was fine. Perhaps Conor wouldn't show up tomorrow. She chose to sleep on it, literally. She'd plan her next move after waking up. "Logan, I'm gonna crash on this rug. You can have that one over there," she said, waving her hand. "Sure thing." Logan agreed, as compliant as a house-trained pup. A puppy? Maybe a lion. Stacey lay down. Logan stood up, moved to the rug she'd pointed out, and then sat down, watching Stacey. Stacey was stretched out flat, her hands under her head. She knew Logan was watching her. "Logan, if I hadn't shown up, you'd be getting hitched to Annie by now, right?" Stacey's voice was frosty. "Yep." Logan nodded, "I want to marry a smart woman who can stand by me and build our community." "So, it doesn't necessarily have to be me who ends up as your wife," Stacey