Page 47 of All Roads Lead to You

Logan rolled his eyes and shook his head, smiling as he pulled on a pair of cut-offs. I watched as his junk slid behind the denim as he zipped up. Why the fuck was I looking there? And why did I keep staring at him?

Because we both got boners last night from kissing.

I kind of questioned my sanity now that I was sober—hungover, but sober. At the same time, I didn’t regret a minute of it, feeling Logan melt under my teachings. He really got into it. Hell, I got into it. More than I ever did with Caleb, but we’d been kids then.

“Sorry, what, Mom?”

“Where are you boys at and headed to now?”

“We’re at a motel in Nashville about to drive to Memphis. We’ll see Graceland and shit. Then we’ll camp close by for a couple of days before moving on to Little Rock, where we’ll grab lunch before cutting north to the Ozarks. Logan reserved a small cabin for us to stay in over there.”

“Isn’t that exciting? So, are you and Logan getting along?”

“Actually, yeah. We ironed out some kinks,” I said, looking at Logan and winking. “He’s got more wrinkles than I do, but he’s smoothing out.”

He gave me the bird, making me laugh.

“Oh, I’m so glad. I can’t tell you how good it is to hear that. I worry about that boy sometimes.”

“I know, Mom.”

I could tell Hannah was grabbing the phone to eat as she mumbled into it.

“Hey, is that my Hannah Banana?”

“She’s hungry. Always hungry. Or perpetually teething.”

“Give her a kiss from Logan and me.”

Logan smiled and nodded. He was doing that a lot more lately, which I couldn’t stop noticing. It really softened his features and brightened his aura. It looked fucking good on him.

“I will. You boys, be careful. Wyatt’s at work, but he’ll expect a call from Logan soon.”

“We’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

After I hung up, we loaded up the car and hit the road for the three-hour drive to Memphis.

I had my bare feet propped on the dash, with my hand catching air out the window as Logan drove. The landscape looked so gorgeous, with rolling hills and thick woods. And there were bugs everywhere. Their little bodies playing kamikaze all over the windshield, but the gas station attendant would clean them once we stopped for gas again.

I didn’t really care about any of that. My brain kept getting lost in that kiss with Logan last night. I’d only meant to help him along on his journey to finding himself and be ready for a guy to come into his life, but I hadn’t expected to like it, too.

My head leaned on the door, the wind gusting on my face as my hand weaved up and down like a wave to the beat of a country song on the radio.

Was it weird that I kind of wanted to kiss him again? I’d never once had thoughts like that with Caleb, or any dude for that matter. Was I thinking about it now because Logan told me he was gay? Would I have reacted the same way if he said he’d never kissed a girl and wanted to practice? Would I have helped him learn? I didn’t know.

“Yeah, we’re in country music, er… country, but I need some rock right about now,” Logan said, startling out of my thoughts. “Pick a mixed tape to play. Any of them.”

I pulled out the old shoe box and dug around. “How about The Cure?”

“Dope. Drop it in.”

I changed the setting to play tapes on the radio, then pushed in the cassette, which started to play ‘In Between Days.’

“Man, I love the guitar riff on this song,” he said, cranking up the volume. It was hard to enjoy the full sound with the wind blowing through the windows. Still, Logan wasn’t wrong. This song was wickedly good. I tapped on the window’s edge to the beat.

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