Page 48 of Until the Sea Runs Dry

Excitement washed over her.

She was doing this! She could remember how to drive.

“Why don’t you take us around the property for a test run?”

Jane shot a look at him. “Isn’t that your driver arriving now?”

Yesterday’s sleek black Mercedes had pulled up alongside as the same driver — Daryl — stepped out of the car, nodding a greeting at them.

“Good morning, Sir. Ma’am.”

Logan nodded back a greeting. “I need a moment, Daryl.”

“Of course.” Daryl got back into the car to wait.

He turned back to Jane. “He’s fine to wait a few minutes.”

She was touched that he was setting aside this time for her, especially when he was needed at work, but only a moment later, she started feeling stupid. Despite his assurances, this wasn’t about her. He was concerned that she would crash his expensive car and probably wanted proof that she was a capable driver.

Needing to prove that she was, she took the car around the property, proud at the way she controlled the vehicle. They arrived back beside the Mercedes as Logan unsnapped the seatbelt she hadn’t noticed him putting on.

“Did I pass?”

He smiled. “Yes. But be back before midnight,” he joked, flashing that famous grin of his that made women all around the world weak at the knees, and found, to her annoyance, that she wasn’t exempt from it.

“Why, does it turn into a pumpkin?” She quipped before she could stop herself.

As small as the drive had been, it had done her the world of good. The tension that she carried on her shoulders had lessened. Even those worry lines that seemed permanently etched across her forehead had gone. And now she was making a joke. Logan liked this change in her.

He shook his head. “No, most of the staff will be gone by then and I’ll be asleep.”

“OK.”

He got into the other car. Before he could go, Jane called out the window to him.

“One last thing… Do you know where I should go for clothes?”

He laughed as if she’d said something funny. “In Beverly Hills? Rodeo Drive, Baby.”

A flash of a scene entered her mind. She saw two women, one with bright red curls, and the other, an exotic-looking brunette having the exact same conversation.

“Wait, I know that line… that’s from Pretty Woman! I remembered something!”

“That’s great, Jane. You’re starting to get your memory back.” His smile grew wider, knowing what this meant for her. “And it seems like, you had a thing for Julia Robert’s movies.”

“It does seem that way, doesn’t it?”

He started toward his car, but she had to stop him again.

“Sorry, one more last thing… where exactly is it, Rodeo Drive?”

Instead of answering, he leaned in through the window, so close that tantalizing scent of him seemed to fill the car, causing her to hold her breath.

Having no idea how his closeness was affecting her, he typed the address into the GPS.

“Have fun.”

And with that parting remark, he left.

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