Page 52 of Sin Bin

Meadow shook her head, letting the call go to voicemail.

Bianca humphed her disapproval.

Seconds later the phone started buzzing again.

Bianca looked gleefully amused. “He’s gonna keep calling, girl, so you might as well just see what he wants.”

Meadow stared down at her illuminated phone, then took a deep breath and hit ANSWER. “Um…hey, Logan.”

“Hey, Jupiter.”

Her toes curled at the sound of his deep voice. “What’s up?”

“Viggo just called and told me you had dinner with Scarlett and the girls.”

“I did,” she confirmed. “Bianca is the sorority sister I mentioned. Small world, right? She’s taking me home now.”

“Heyyy, Logan,” Bianca cooed toward the phone.

He chuckled. “Tell her I said hey.”

“He says hey,” she relayed to Bianca, who giggled like an infatuated adolescent.

Meadow rolled her eyes.

“So, listen,” Logan said offhandedly, “I was thinking about dropping by for a few minutes.”

Her pulse leaped. “Tonight?”

“Yeah. That cool?”

“Uhh…” She was all too aware of Bianca shamelessly eavesdropping. “It’s getting kinda late—”

“I know. I won’t stay long.”

There was something in his voice. Something urgent and needy that tugged at her heartstrings.

“Okay,” she acquiesced.

She thought she heard him exhale in relief before he said, “I’ll meet you at your aunt’s.”

“Okay. See you soon.” She clicked off and sat there gnawing her bottom lip.

Bianca sent her an intuitive smile. “No feelings, huh?”

Meadow didn’t respond.

When they reached Aunt Rosalie’s house, Bianca pulled into the empty driveway. It was just after nine o’clock, so her aunt wouldn’t be home for a few more hours.

Bianca put the car in park. “The girls and I are flying to New York next week for the dress fittings, but we’ll be back on Sunday.” She leaned over the seat and hugged Meadow. “Call me when you get back to town. We’ll have lunch on your first or second day at the new job.”

“Sounds good.” Meadow smiled. “Thanks again for dinner. I really enjoyed meeting the girls.”

“The feeling was mutual. I’m so glad you’re moving here.” Bianca’s eyes twinkled. “And I know I’m not the only one.”

Meadow ignored the last remark and climbed out of the car just as a Harley-Davidson motorcycle roared up to the curb. The rider was wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans and heavy black boots.

When he pulled off his helmet and made eye contact with Meadow, her heart jackhammered as if to break free from her chest and run off with him.

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