Page 59 of Mine to Love

“I didn’t know you went back to Texas.”

“Saturday morning. Early.” Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Well, it doesn’t make any sense for you to pay for car service when we’re going to the same town. I can give you a ride.”

Logan pauses and tucks his phone back in his pocket. “It’s a long drive.”

“I’m aware. I drove down last night.”

He runs a hand through his hair contemplating what should be a no-brainer decision. Unless being in a car with me for five hours repulses him.

“You sure?”

“You’re an idiot,” I mutter under my breath and unlock the door, not caring if he climbs in.

He does, tucking his briefcase at his feet. “I appreciate it. I have a lot of emails to catch up on, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure. No suitcase?”

“I have clothes in Austin and in Acadia Falls. No need to pack, which makes frequent travel easier,” he says, opening his computer.

For the next three hours, I drive in near-silence, sans the typing on his keyboard and his phone. He makes the occasional call to Doug asking him to send a particular file or look up information for him. And then he dives back into his work.

Either Logan is truly busy or he’s over-exaggerating his importance as a way to avoid talking to me. By the sounds of his sighs and his quiet cursing, I’m pretty sure he’s swamped with work.

Watching the gas gauge fall, I know we won’t make it back to Acadia Falls without refueling. I get off in Augusta and pull into a gas station. It isn’t until I turn off the engine that Logan looks up.

“Where...? Gas. I got it.” He opens his car door in a hurry and meets me at the gas tank. He has his credit card out and, in the machine, before I can get to my wallet.

“You don’t have to.”

“You’re driving.”

“I drove yesterday as well.”

“Be sure to send Doug your receipts from yesterday. We should have an administrative assistant this fall. In the meantime, Doug is pulling double duty.”

“As are you, it seems. And Doug took care of my hotel. I’m fine.”

“I’ll take care of your gas and any food receipts.”

“Speaking of...” I lean my hip against the car while Logan pumps the gas. “I’m starving.”

Logan rubs his stomach. “I should eat as well.”

“Should?”

“I forget when I’m working.”

“I’ve noticed.”

His brow lifts and lowers quickly. Busted. Yeah. I noticed. I notice too much about Logan.

The pump clicks and he shakes the handle before taking it out and closing the gas cap. “Looks like we’ve got fast food, Italian, and Chinese. Preference?”

“I could go for some pasta.”

“Italian it is.”

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