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Autumn had grown up devoted to everything she wanted; anything she’d ever desired, she’d worked for. It tasted sweeter that way. No one could ever say she bought her way into anything. And despite her step-mom’s well-intentioned coddling and constant gift-giving, Autumn preferred it this way. And while Gallagher Girls wasn’t a part of her overall plan, it wasn’t something she was really against. It was a great show on a great show and a great chance to show off her years of dancing. What wasn’t so great was the way the producers and director had insisted on her training, like everyone else, with this Logan guy. I have my own trainer, thank you, she’d tried to say –– but it was over before it began. Autumn would be training with Logan Bradford first thing the next day.
She showed up early, committing to at least trying to uphold her contract and sipped at her water, nibbling lightly at a protein bar that claimed muscles and loss of water weight in just two weeks! Yeah right. She rolled her eyes and let it sail into a nearby trashcan. “Doesn’t even taste good,” she complained to an empty room. Or what she thought was an empty room.
He washed his towel over his face when he walked in from his previous session. He wore a stoic expression, throwing his duffel down and tossing the towel on top of it. As he unscrewed his water bottle, he nodded in her direction. “Good,” Logan commented. “You don’t need that shit.” His eyes flitted up and down, taking note of her before speaking. “You’re a dancer,” he noted. He took a seat on an exercise ball, his eyes pasted on her. “Let’s talk. Tell me what I need to know.”












