Page 106 of Sin Bin

“Married?” Logan gave her a disbelieving look. “You just met the guy!”

“I know that,” she snapped.

“So why the hell are you already talking about marriage?”

“He’s an astronomer,” she said with a forced shrug. “Since I didn’t become an astronomer, marrying one would be the next best thing.”

Logan snorted harshly. “You really need to get out more.”

“And you need to get out of my business!” she fired back.

He scowled thunderously, turned up the volume on the stereo and roared out of the parking lot.

Fuming, Meadow crossed her arms over her chest and glared out her window.

They didn’t talk the whole ride back to her aunt’s house. The music was so loud, they probably wouldn’t have heard each other, anyway.

Logan swerved into the driveway behind her aunt’s car, threw the gearshift into park and killed the engine.

When Meadow reached out to grab the door handle, he put his hand on her arm to stop her. She hated the way her skin burned and her pulse raced at his touch.

“Wait. Don’t go.”

She yanked her arm away. “Goodnight, Logan.”

“Can we just talk for a minute?”

She glared at him. “I think we’ve both said enough for tonight.”

He blew out a frustrated breath, unsnapping his seat belt. “Look, I’m sorry for arguing with you.”

“Whatever.” Her voice was bitter. “I knew it was a bad idea to let you come with me tonight. But if I had known your real reason for wanting to come—”

“My real reason?” He stared at her uncomprehendingly. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Like you don’t know,” she hissed. “I saw you take that woman’s number!”

He frowned. “I only took it so she wouldn’t be embarrassed. It’s not like I’m gonna call her.”

“Yeah, right! We both know the only reason you wanted to go to the reception was to pick up women!”

His eyebrows slammed together. “What?”

“You heard me!” Her lips curled into a sneer. “What happened, Logan? Have you finally run through your pool of puck bunnies? Are you on the prowl for fresh meat? A new supply of conquests?”

“That’s not why I went to the stupid reception,” he snarled.

“Isn’t it?”

“No, dammit! I went because of you!”

“I didn’t ask you to come! You invited yourself, remember?”

“Damn right I did! Because I wanted to be with you!”

She froze, staring at him.

“Why do you look so shocked?” he growled, ripping off his fake eyeglasses. “You don’t think I could have found other things to do on a Saturday night? I could have. But I didn’t want to. It wasn’t even an option.”

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