Page 91 of A Dash of You

“Logan, what are you doing?” I wrap my arms around his neck for stability.

“Putting you to bed.”

“You don’t have to do that. I have a perfectly good set of usable legs.”

He ignores me, walking us into my bedroom. When he gently sets me down, he lifts my legs slightly one by one and starts unbuckling the back of my heels. With every brush of his fingertips on my skin, I shiver. Somehow, it doesn’t go unnoticed because when he locks eyes with mine, it’s predatory. Fire. Absolute fire.

“Thank you,” I breathe.

He runs a hand slowly down my calf before standing to his full height. “I’ll stay and make sure you’re all right. I’ll sleep on the chair.”

I roll my eyes. “I feel like we’ve been here before. And I’ll end up telling you, the chair is too small and to just sleep in my bed with me.” I pat the comforter beside me. “I know you’re not going to leave, so just get over here.”

His throat bobs and then he lays himself down on top of the bed, hands behind his head. I bite my lip at the sight of his flexing biceps.

With his eyes closed, I muster up the courage for another question. I’m on a roll tonight. “Logan…”

“Mmm,” he hums.

“Did you love Charlotte?”

His eyes pop open, landing intensely on me. “How do you know about her?”

“Small town, remember?”

He snickers. “Right. You’re really diving into my love life tonight.”

I shrug. “I’m deeply interested.”

His expression turns to regret as he continues looking at me. “I did. Or at least I thought I did. But she isn’t the woman I thought she was.”

“Who did you think she was?”

“The one.”

Oh.My heart stammers.

“Turns out she was far from it. She stole money from me.”

A gasp leaves my throat. “That’s… horrible.”

“She stole thousands and then ran. She came back crying, saying it was a mistake, but that’s only because the team I hired found her. And this wasn’t her first time stealing from someone.” His chest rises as he breathes in deeply. “If she needed the money and just came to me, I would have happily given it to her.”

No doubt.

“I know you would have.” The man replaced my tires. Along with so much more. Logan’s heart is pure, and he’s a good man.

His forearm muscle flexes underneath my hand. “I told her I never wanted to see her again and if I did, I’d press charges. So, she left town, and I haven’t heard from her since.”

“You keep her number in your phone.”

His brow rises in question.

“I saw it when I texted Lana the night I got locked out,” I sheepishly confess.

“I keep it in case any legal trouble would come up. That’s my only reason. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if she changed numbers by now.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you.” Still having my hand resting on his forearm, he glances down at it then back to me. “We’ve both had some shit luck in the romance department or lack there off.” I huff, taking my hand away, but Logan reaches for it, pulling it back to him, interlocking our fingers.

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