Page 109 of A Dash of You

“Then do it.”

“Don’t challenge me, dove.”

“I get why you’re willing to wait. For me. But Logan… I was never his.”

“Damn right you were never his, but you’ll always be mine.” Logan crashes his mouth on mine and the fireworks explode.

I move the tiniest bit, and he lets out a deep groan. “Fuck, you’re going to end me.” His hands slide up my thighs, sending my nightgown with them. He cups my bare ass and moves me, causing me to grind against him. It’s electric bliss.

He finds my lips again and this time I open for him, letting his tongue stroke mine. It’s perfect and I don’t want him to stop, but as a harsh bang comes from Lana’s front door, it forces us apart. My list of friends here is short, so no one should beknocking. It would be a normal situation if my husband wasn’t trying to take me back.

“Maybe it’s Crew?” My voice shakes.

“Crew wouldn’t knock. Stay here.” Logan gently slides me off, and I scoff.

“You know that’s not going to happen.”

Logan grunts with the smallest grin. “I know. Let’s go.” He’s the first over the railing and then lifts me up and over, eyeing me with care before he heads inside first.

Lana isn’t home and she won’t be for another hour. So, who would knock this late?

“Oh, wait!”

Logan jolts from my sudden outburst.

“Sorry. But I just remembered. The app, duh.” I open it, waiting for it to load.

“I’m so glad I installed it for us not to use it.”

I smirk, but then my lips fall. “There’s no one outside.”

Logan touches my hand, tilting it to the side so he can see for himself. “What the fuck?” He stalks off, whipping open the front door and we’re both left staring at nothing but the night.

“I feel like we’re being pranked.” I’m huddled against Logan’s side, gripping his arm.

“More like being intimidated. Someone knows you’re here.”

“And what, playing ding-dong ditch? I don’t think my husband has it in him.”

“Don’t say husband.” Logan pins me with a look.

But he is my husband. We can pretend, but there’s no erasing that fact.

Logan backs us up, closing and locking the door. “You’re staying with me.”

I take a minute, processing his demand. “Don’t you think that’s moving a bit fast. We haven’t even had our first date yet.”

“Sora, I’m serious.”

“So am I. I’m not running or hiding from him anymore. If I do, I’ll be doing it for the rest of my life.”

Logan crosses his arms over his chest. “What about legal action? Divorce papers. I know you said no cops, but they might be able to help you.”

I pause, taking in his offensive demeanor. “You, of all people, should understand the police can’t help me.”

“What does that mean?”

“You were in a motorcycle club, Logan. Figure it out. You guys don’t exactly abide by rules or call the police to help.”

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