Free Logan's Story: A Sand & Clay Prequel by Sarah Robinson Page A

though he could see the light dancing in her eyes.
    “Gina, I fucking love you. Happy?” He tilted his head and grinned as she rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hold back the huge smile now plastered on her face.
    “Damn it, Logan. We haven’t even talked about a relationship or anything like that. You’re just going to spring that on me?” She sputtered, a strong blush creeping up her face.
    “Tell me you don’t love me then.” Logan cocked his eyebrows up and stared at her defiantly, daring her to lie to him. She stood there biting her lip with one hand on her hip, glancing at him and then glancing away.
    “Tell me you don’t love me.” Logan said more slowly and definitively as he stepped forward, closing the gap between them. She glanced up at him again, her breath caught in her throat.  
    “Damn it.” She stomped her foot and groaned then flung herself right at Logan, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him hard as he caught her and left her feet dangling above the ground.  His grip tightened on her as he kissed her back, relishing in the smile on her face that she couldn’t hide.  
    “Don’t you know by now that I never do what I’m told?” She whispered into his ear, kissing him again. He let out a loud laugh and squeezed her tighter.  He then kissed her lips, the tip of her nose, both of her cheeks, and finally her forehead before he put her back down on the ground.
    “Come on, you’re going to make yourself late at the pace we are going.” Gina stalked forward, stomping slightly.  Logan quickly matched her pace and grabbed her hand again, stealing a smile from her as they headed to the studio.
     
     
    ~*~*~*~*~*~
     
    “You ever been in a recording booth before, Logan?” Garrett asked him as he ushered him into the control room of the studio. Gina followed them in, trying to stay out of the way.
    “No, sir. Never.” Logan told him as he took in everything around him, the glass partition into the recording booth and the millions of buttons and levers all over that meant absolutely nothing to him.
    “Well, this isn’t anything fancy but I would like to think we have a decent set up. Why don’t you go on in there and get comfortable?  Take a seat, find your guitar, and then when you are ready, we will record a song and see how it sounds.”  Garrett instructed him and pointed toward the door to the soundproof room.
    “Yes, sir!” Logan was nervous, but Gina squeezed his hand and smiled at him giving him the extra boost he needed to charge in there.  He immediately found his guitar, that had been brought there earlier, and gently brushed the sparkling red instrument with his fingertips, smiling at the memory of every performance at McGinny’s, every bedside song for his mother, and every garage band practice over the last many years.
    He sat on the stool in front of the microphone and pulled on the headphones hanging beside it.  He perched the guitar on one knee and grabbed a guitar pick out of his pocket and tested it out, strumming a few chords.  He stopped to tweak some knobs at the top, listening to make sure it was perfectly in tune.  After a couple minutes perfecting the sound, he gave a thumbs-up to Garrett who was on the other side of the glass partition standing beside Gina.  Garrett’s voice came over the intercom,
    “Alright, when you see the red light above the window go on, it means I’m recording. Got it?” Logan nodded that he understood and then looked at the light. A few seconds later, it flashed on and he smiled, playing the first few chords of his favorite song.
     
    Stole my heart just to throw it away,
    No explanation for the games you play.
    Am I just a Friday night to you,
    or are we going to see this through?
     
    “Gina, this man is good.  He is going to be something.”  Garrett mused, listening to Logan still singing.  
    “He is so talented, Daddy. He really is wonderful.” Gina beamed and crossed her arms as if to hug