Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
I nod as Logan pulls me back into his arms. He guides me to his waiting truck and calls to Zach, “You need a ride?”
He shakes his head. “No, get her home. I’ll catch a ride with one of these guys.”
Once we’re in the car and driving back toward downtown, I can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen from here. We haven’t talked, but obviously Logan knows some of the story.
I turn in my seat to face him. “Logan, I’m sorry. I did kiss John Antonelli that night, but it didn’t mean anything. We were so close to getting them.”
He tenses, holding the steering wheel tighter. “I wish you had told me. You were in so much danger, Bree, and—”
I interrupt him. “I know how dangerous it was. That’s why I didn’t tell you. That’s why I never saw you outside of Manhattan. I should have stayed away from you, but I couldn’t resist. I wanted to be with you so bad.” I suck in a breath. “I’m sorry that I brought all this to you—”
“Stop,” he says, almost angry.
I look at Main Street as we pass by. “You missed the turnoff to—”
“You’re staying with me.”
I tremble, thankful that he’s not just taking me home and dropping me off.
“I’m fine with staying at your house, but I don’t have any clothes. My phone and my purse are at my apartment.”
He’s calm and speaks softly. “Aiden and his wife have been blowing up my phone, worried about you. They wanted to do something. I had them bring your phone, purse, toiletries, and clothes to my house.”
Shocked, my mouth drops. Logan is always so protective and guarded. “He has access to your house?”
Logan chuckles. “They’re your friends. I sent him the code.”
I cross my arms over my chest. I have a hundred questions, but I’m not going to ask them now.
We finally get to Logan’s house, and he comes around the truck to help me out. His touch is gentle as he walks me up the front stairs. I’ve driven by his house a few times. I was here before, years ago, but not since I’ve been back in Whiskey Run.
He disables the alarm and stops when we get inside. He locks the door and resets the alarms. “Come on. I had them put everything in the bedroom.”
I follow him, taking in the rooms. Everything is like I remember. Instead of going into the guest bedroom, he goes into his room and flips the light on. I gasp when I see the pile on the bed and the dresser. He looks around. “Your purse and phone are right there,” he says, pointing to the dresser. He starts picking up the pile of clothes and carrying them to the closet, hanging them inside. I hold my hands together in front of me. “Uh, I think that’s my whole closet.”
He answers simply, “It is.” He points to the bathroom. “Gracie probably put all your bathroom stuff in there, but if they forgot anything, we will go get it tomorrow.”
I look into the adjoining bathroom and see some of my things on the counter. He’s walking back and forth from the bed to the closet. “Logan.”
“Yeah?” he answers without stopping.
He hangs the last of the clothes, and I take a step toward him. “What is this?”
His eyes lift to mine, and I’m shocked to see his expression. He looks as if he’s been punched in the gut or something. He’s pale and worried-looking. He doesn’t answer my question but walks past me into the bathroom. I follow him as he turns the water on. He holds his hand under the spray, waiting for it to warm up, and when he is satisfied with the temperature, he holds his hand out to me. “Come on. You’ll feel better if you shower.”
I take a step toward him. “Are you going to shower with me?”
His eyebrows lift. “You want me to?”
I tilt my head to the side. “Yes… can you?”
He nods and reaches for me. Slowly, he lowers to his knee and taps my leg for me to lift my foot. He removes one shoe and sock and then the other. He reaches for the button on my jeans, undoes it, unzips them, and then pulls them down over my thick thighs. He raises to his feet, and I reach for the hem of my shirt, but he takes over, pulling it over my head. When I’m standing in front of him in only a bra and panties, he sucks in a deep breath. He unsnaps my bra and then pulls my panties down my thighs. I step out of them, completely naked. His eyes roam over every bare inch of me, but this look he’s giving me is different than normal. It’s like he’s looking for something, and then it hits me.