Page 15 of Cop Blocked

Logan: Smartass, I haven’t left my driveway yet.

I hate to admit it, whatever this is that is happening between us, I’m enjoying it. Maybe a little too much, and I’m still terrified that he’s going to bolt when he finds out I’m a single mom. Which would be exactly why I’m waiting on the front porch from him to arrive.

One look inside my tiny house, and he’ll know there’s a small child inhabiting the place. Thankfully she’s at preschool today, and I don’t need to pick her up until much later.

The moment Logan pulls up, I watch him shake his head in amusement.

I greet him with a smile as he steps out of his fancy truck.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Ever the gentleman, Logan leans and greets me with a soft kiss on the cheek.

I give him a once over then look at what I’m wearing. He’s dressed in a pair of tan cargo shorts and a form-fitting Tennessee Vols shirt that has my mouth going dry. Meanwhile, I’m in a pair of black leggings and my favorite Seminoles tee.

“For a moment, I forgot you weren’t born a bred here.”

“I never pegged you for a ‘Noles fan.” he teases.

“Uh, yeah. That’s where I went to college.”

“Should have known.” He takes my hand and walks me to his truck.

“Uh-huh.”

I’m not expecting the smack on the ass as he helps me in the passenger side. My squeal makes him chuckle.

The whole thirty-minute ride, Logan still refuses to tell me where we are going. I’m speechless when he pulls into Fun Station, you know, one of those adventure park places where they have an arcade, go-carts, and anything else you can imagine?

“You do like to have a good time, right?” He turns and looks at me as he takes off his seat belt.

I eagerly nod my head. “I do. I didn’t see this coming. I hope you’re prepared to go down.”

“Oh, I have no problem going down.” He tosses me a cocky look before he climbs out and walks around to my side to open my door.

It takes a few seconds for my brain to register what he just said. Logan going down, on me – or anyone for that matter, is not a visual I need in my head right now.

Slow.I scold myself. He hasn’t pushed, I shouldn’t either.

Opening up my car door, he takes my hand and helps me from the car, rewarding me with another tiny kiss on the cheek before guiding me inside.

“Okay. Pick one to start. Laser tag or go-carts.”

“Go-carts. No brainer.”

Logan takes my hand, and we’re off to the go-cart track. He pays for three races, and we each pick a car.

I don’t think he was quite prepared for my level of trash talking while we raced. Nor was he prepared to have his ass handed to him by a girl.

“I’m never, ever, letting you drive my truck. Are you sure you’ve never gotten a speeding ticket?” He laughs as we return our helmets and walk back inside the building.

“I’m sure you’ve never given me a speeding ticket.” I smile over my shoulder, dragging him to the laser tag area next.

“You’re probably going to lose here. I think this is my time to shine,” Logan boasts as we gear up for one round.

I gave it my best shot, pun intended. There was no winning against Logan. I can put an IV in the tiniest of veins, but my aim for laser tag – sucks.

As we’re handing over our laser guns, Logan promises that he’ll teach me how to aim a real weapon one day.

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