Page 10 of Pure Bred

But as the last notes fade away, my stomach drops. The opening chords of one of my own songs start playing. Embarrassment rushes through me, and I reach out to change the station.

But Logan catches my wrist, stopping me.

“Leave it,” he insists, cranking up the volume. Then, to my utter shock, he starts belting out the lyrics, perfectly in time with my recorded voice.

I can’t help but laugh, both mortified and oddly touched. “Seriously, Logan? How do you even know all the words?”

He grins, still singing along without missing a beat. The crescendo of Logan’s off-key singing reaches its peak, and I’m laughing so hard my sides hurt.

Suddenly, a deafening bang interrupts his singing. The truck lurches violently, and I let out a scream.

“Shit!” Logan hisses, wrestling the steering wheel as he guides us to the side of the road.

My heart is pounding like crazy as we come to a stop. Logan gets out of the truck and I follow, the gravel crunching under my feet.

“Blew a tire,” Logan says, crouching to inspect the damage. “Damn it.”

Without hesitation, he rolls up his sleeves, revealing his burly, muscular forearms. “I’ll have this fixed in no time. Hop back in the truck where it’s warm.”

“Not a chance,” I say, moving to the bed of the truck. “Where’s your jack?”

Logan raises an eyebrow. “Sierra, you don’t have to?—”

“I’m helping,” I insist. “I might be a city girl now, but I haven’t forgotten everything.”

A slow smile spreads across Logan’s face. “All right. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

We work in tandem, Logan loosening the lug nuts while I position the jack. As he lifts the truck, I can’t pull my eyes from his flexing muscles. Swallowing, I silently chide myself for feeling so turned on.

“Hand me the tire iron?” Logan asks, and I do it without missing a beat.

As we lower the truck back down, our hands brush. A little spark of electricity passes between us, and for a moment, our gaze holds, both of us breathless from more than just the physical exertion.

“We make a good team,” Logan says softly.

I nod, suddenly very aware of how close we’re standing. “Always have.”

Logan wets his lips. “You’ve got a little something on your cheek.”

Before I can react, he reaches out, brushing his thumb against my skin. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I find myself leaning into his hand. For a moment, the world around us fades away. Logan’s gaze drops to my lips, and my heart races with anticipation.

But then he clears his throat, breaking the moment. “We should get back in the truck. It’s not safe to be out here on the side of the road like this.”

Disappointment courses through me, but I nod, following his lead. Once we’re both back in the truck, I expect him to start the engine, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he turns to face me, his blue eyes intense in the dim light.

When he speaks, his voice is low and husky. “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

Suddenly it’s hard to breathe. A thousand thoughts race through my mind, but only one answer feels right.

“I wouldn’t stop you.”

That’s all the invitation Logan needs. He leans over, cupping my face with his big hands. When his lips meet mine, it’s like coming home. His kiss is soft and slow at first, then becomes more heated as years of pent-up longing pour out.

I melt into him, my fingers threading through his hair. Logan’s hand trails down my neck, sending sparks of electricity over my skin. When his fingers graze the chain of my necklace, he pulls back slightly, curiosity in his eyes.

Gently, he tugs the necklace out from behind my shirt. His eyes widen as he recognizes the pendant.

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