Page 274 of Sin Bin

“No, it’s not!” he argued. “I was gonna tell you. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. That’s not the same thing as deliberately keeping it a secret.”

Her eyebrows lifted and then knitted together as if something had confused her. Her high IQ was no match for the liquor sloshing around in her veins. God only knew how much she’d drank.

Suddenly she unsnapped her seat belt and twisted around on the seat.

He looked at her. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting away from you!” She started to climb into the backseat, her dress riding up her round ass.

He veered into the next lane. “Jesus, Jupiter! Are you trying to get us killed?”

She was thrown against him as the Porsche swerved before he righted the wheel. Cursing a blue streak, he grabbed the back of her thigh and snarled furiously, “Sit the fuck down!”

She flopped back in her seat, arms folded and bottom lip poked out. It was like dealing with a petulant child in tantrum mode.

“Put your seat belt back on,” Logan barked.

She didn’t move.

“Do it before I pull over and do it for you.”

Scowling ferociously, she buckled her seat belt and threw her head back against the headrest.

And then she burst into tears.

A dagger of alarm shot through him, causing him to jerk the steering wheel before he regained control of the car and stared at her. “Jupiter? What’s wrong?”

She shook her head helplessly, tears streaming down her face.

Guilt slashed through him. “I’m sorry about the party. I shouldn’t have gone. I was wrong—”

“I don’t care about the stupid party!”

“Then what’s the matter, baby? Why are you crying?”

“It’s so fucked up, Logan,” she choked out between sobs. “So fucked up!”

“What is it?” His voice was sharp with panic. “Tell me what happened.”

She gave her head another shake.

“Did someone hurt you? Was it that asshole at the club?”

She screwed her eyes shut, more tears spilling out.

When he reached over to touch her cheek, she flinched away from him. Then she dropped her face into her hands and wept harder, her shoulders shaking violently.

Dread and fear burned the back of his throat. Her anguished sobs were ripping his heart out. He was ready to fuck somebody up. Anybody. Just point him in the right direction.

He took a deep breath, striving for a calm he didn’t feel. “Meadow, baby—”

She turned away from him, curling onto her side as she continued weeping inconsolably.

His heart was banging against his chest. He didn’t know whether to pull over or floor the pedal to get her home faster. He opted for the latter.

As her sobs quieted into pained whimpers, he whispered imploringly, “Will you tell me what happened? Please, baby?”

She just shook her head, staring bleakly out the window.

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