Page 32 of Sin Bin

Logan put the truck in park.

Feeling suddenly shy, Meadow looked at his chiseled profile. It stood out sharply against the car window. “Well…thanks for the drinks and dessert. It was great catching up.”

“I agree.” He picked up his phone from the console. “What’s your number?”

“My number?”

“Yeah. I wanna keep in touch with you.”

Her heart did a silly little flip. “I might not be moving here—”

“Doesn’t matter. This is the only way we can keep in touch since you’re not on social media.”

When she still hesitated, he barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Damn. I’ve never had to work this hard to get a woman’s number.”

“I’m sure you haven’t,” Meadow said dryly. “I’m sure women hand their numbers right over, along with their panties and self-respect.”

“Pretty much.” He grinned when she rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Jupiter. Let me get those digits.”

She huffed a sigh and rattled off her number, lips twitching as she warned, “Don’t start stalking me.”

Logan chuckled. “I make no promises.” He programmed her number into his phone and then held it up to her face. “Smile.”

“Wha—?”

He snapped her picture before she could stop him.

“Hey!” she protested. “What’d you do that for?”

“I need a picture for your contact.”

“Really?” she countered skeptically. “Do all your contacts have pictures?”

“Nope.” He grinned unabashedly, put his phone down and cut the ignition. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

Her cheeks warmed. “You don’t have to—”

He was already hopping out of the truck and coming around to open her door.

She quickly climbed down out of the cab before he could help her. She didn’t think she could handle any more contact with that big, hard body of his.

Unfortunately, her disembarking wasn’t as graceful as she would have liked. Her heel slipped on the running board, causing her to stumble when her feet hit the ground.

Logan caught her arm, steadying her. “You okay?” At her jerky nod, he gave her an amused look. “Why didn’t you just wait for me?”

Her face flamed with embarrassment. “I’m perfectly capable of getting out of vehicles on my own.”

“Sure. You looked real capable just now.” He grinned teasingly. “I’ll drive one of my sports cars the next time I take you out. They’re nice and low to the ground.”

When she skewered him with a glare, he threw back his head and laughed.

As they walked up to the house together, he asked very casually, “You got a boyfriend waiting for you back home?”

“Yes,” she blurted without thinking.

“You do?” Logan looked surprised.

That rankled. “What, I can’t have a boyfriend?”

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