Page 51 of A Dash of You

Water trickles down slowly, sliding over every ridge of muscled abs before hitting the top of the terry cloth and disappearing.

Is this seriously how he always answers the door? This reminds me of the first time I stood here, brownies in my hand. With Logan always being shirtless, it has me questioning if he owned enough shirts.

“Sora.” The sound of his smoldering voice sends my vagina into a frenzy mess.

I blink, finally drawing my eyes up and away from the gorgeous image in front of me. With astonishing will, I keep my eyes forward. “Why did you steal my car?”Don’t look down. Don’t look down.“I’m not sure who you think you are, but you can’t go around taking people’s cars. Not to mention, you’ve been pulling your bullshit on me again.” I’m not sure why I let that slip, but since it’s been bugging me, I thought I’d throw it in.

He crosses his enormous arms over his sculpted chest. “My bullshit?”

“Yes. You know. When something incredibly embarrassing happens between us, usually me, then you bolt for a week avoiding me.”

He raises his brow. “Is that what you think I do?”

“Yes.” I scowl at him, my hands on my hips and even though I feel controlled, my heart is beating crazy fast.

Logan holds me captive with his fierce gaze, and I get lost for a second like I’m washed out at sea because, wow, they are so blue.

“I wasn’t hiding.”

Now he’s just being naïve.

“No?”

“No,” he counters.

I don’t believe him. But whatever. We can have that argument another time. I’d like to know why he had my car.

“So. Why did you steal my car?”

“I borrowed it.”

“That’s a technicality.”

“It’s the truth.” Logan’s thick shoulders rise, then fall as he takes in a deep breath. “I took your car so I can put new tires on it.”

I blink. “What? Why would you do that?” How incredibly insensitive for him to just do something without my permission, but also… how incredibly, stupidly nice of him.

I glance over at my car. Sure enough, as the earth is round, there they are. Four shiny brand-new tires sitting at each corner. I feel like fighting Logan but also hugging him tightly. This man is consistently helping me.

Okay, guess I’m finished being angry. “Thank you.” My voice cracks in a whisper. “But I can’t keep owing you. My tab is going to be as long as Santa’s effin’ Christmas list.”

“Sora. I told you already, you don’t owe me a damn thing and I mean it.”

“But it’s too much, Logan. I barely know you.” It’s true. While I don’t know this man entirely, he keeps on being way too sweet.

“Your old tires were completely bald. It’s dangerous to drive on them like that.”

My whole body warms at the thought of him being worried about me.

I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip, the gesture not going unnoticed. That part is obvious as he stands there in just his towel, watching my mouth like he wants to devour it with his. I might be reading the signals wrong, but the way my body is unraveling, I’d say I’m right.

He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “I should probably put some clothes on.”

No, you really shouldn’t.

“Yes. Good idea.” I throb, pulse between my thighs. Walk away Sora. Walk away.

Logan’s throat bobs with a nervous swallow, and it’s sexy for no reason at all. It’s a crime, really.

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