"Maybe if they're over 60," Logan said with a roll of his eyes. "Trust me, I don't need anyone to darn my clothes. I'm not even sure what darning entails for that matter," he admitted.
As she moved on with the change of subject, he looked at her warily. Why would it be such a surprise to find a book of stories that she liked? How picky was she about her reading?
But before he could ask about the stories, her gaze alit on the scars that had been left from the night he couldn't remember. Logan's hand instantaneously clapped over the marks.
"Animal bite, I think." he said. His gut squirmed at the thought of getting injured without any memory of how he'd been injured, and at the eerie look of the bite marks. He still wasn't ready to consider the possibility of what might have left those marks.