Page 53 of Sin Bin

Bianca buzzed down her window and stuck her head out, craning her neck to leer at Logan. “My, my, my,” she purred lasciviously.

Meadow barely heard her over the thundering motorcycle engine. Just when she thought Logan would wake up the whole neighborhood, he shut off the motor. Pushing down the kickstand with his booted heel, he swung his leg over the seat and stood.

Bianca was practically drooling all over herself. “Girl, he is so damn fine. I don’t know about you, but there’s no way I could ever friend-zone a man who looks like that.”

Meadow shot her a glare that said, You’re not helping!

Bianca laughed. “Have fun with Bachata Bae!” She wiggled her fingers goodbye, backed out of the driveway and drove off.

Meadow stood there nervously as Logan came toward her with that lazy, loose-limbed swagger of his. Even the way he walked was straight up sexy.

Beneath the leather jacket he wore a gray V-neck sweater. The fabric stretched tight across his super defined abs, and his jeans hugged his strong, thick thighs. As Meadow’s gaze swept back up all six feet four inches of him, her body’s sudden spike in temperature left her feeling flushed.

When he came to a stop in front of her, she tilted her head back to look up at him.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey.” He ran a hand over his short black hair. “I, uh, just wanted to see you again before you left town.”

She nodded slowly, staring into his thick-lashed eyes. She sensed that same edginess about him tonight. A restless tension. Something was definitely up.

“How was dinner?” he asked.

“Really good. We had a wonderful time. Nadia and Scarlett were super nice and down to earth.”

“Yeah, they’re awesome,” Logan agreed with a warm smile. “Reid and Viggo got lucky.”

Meadow smiled. “I’m sure Nadia and Scarlett feel the same way about them.”

“Probably.” Logan stuffed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “Don’t forget I’m taking you to dinner when you get back to town. So you’d better come back.” His tone was light, but there was a haunted urgency in his eyes. Was he afraid she wouldn’t return?

Like his mother?

The thought made her throat ache for him.

“I’m definitely coming back,” she assured him with a crooked smile. “I’m too broke to keep temping.”

He smiled, but just barely.

She searched his shadowed eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. You seem—”

“I’m fine.” His voice was gruff. “Wanna go for a ride?”

She frowned. “A ride?”

“Yeah. On my bike.”

She cast a dubious look at his Harley. It looked like a crouching beast made of black and chrome. “Um…I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

She bit her lip. “I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before.”

“Never?”

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