Page 104 of Just Say Yes

“Too much sometimes.” I glanced at him, the faint light from the dash illuminating the edge of his jaw, the angular cut of his cheekbone. “But you handled her well.”

“Handled her?” Logan’s lips quirked, the faintest grin appearing as he turned his head just enough to look at me. “You make it sound like surviving her was an Olympic event.”

“Wasn’t it?”

He laughed softly, his eyes lingering on mine a beat longer than they should before he turned back to the road. “If that’s the case, I deserve a medal.”

“Well,” I teased, stretching my legs out under the dash, “welcome to the family. That’s your prize.”

Logan hummed in response, the kind of masculine sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I squirmed under the weight of it, suddenly too aware of how small the truck’s cab felt, how much of him there was in this space—the broad line of his shoulders, the coarse edges of his voice, the way his presence always managed to steady me while unraveling me at the same time.

“You’re staring,” he said softly, pulling me out of my thoughts as he turned into my driveway and parked.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not,” I repeated, though I knew I was lying. I turned toward the window, crossing my arms under the blanket.

A beat of silence passed before Logan spoke again. “Cold?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

I ignored him, tightening the blanket around my shoulders as I stared into the darkness.

That’s one way to win her over.My sister’s words rang in my ears. Sitting next to Logan with the fire crackling, I’d come to the startling realization that Logan had won me over a long time ago.

So much for no strings ...

Logan didn’t let it go. “Come here.”

“What?”

Logan glanced at me, one brow raised, as though the words were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re shivering.”

“I’m not shivering.”

“You’re impossible.” Before I could argue, he reached across the space between us, grabbing the edge of the blanket and tugging me closer.

“Logan.” I protested, but it was weak.

“Relax.” His voice was quiet, almost gentle, and when I let him pull me closer, the air in the cab thickened. His arm settled along the back of my seat, so close that the tips of his fingers brushed against my shoulder. I stayed stiff for half a second before I caved, letting my body sink into the warmth he offered.

The space between us was too small, too loaded. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the subtle weight of his eyes on me as the truck idled in the driveway. I risked a glance up, and Logan was already looking at me—his expression unreadable, his gaze heavy enough to make my heart stutter.

“What?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

His lips quirked, slow and deliberate. “Nothing.”

“Liar,” I shot back, my voice breathless.

The grin faded.

Logan’s eyes dropped to my mouth, lingering there long enough that I forgot how to breathe. When they lifted again, something in them had changed—like a line had snapped somewhere inside him.

His gaze dropped back to my lips, and the air in the truck seemed to thicken, charged with a heat that made my skin prickle. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to lean in, to close the impossible inch between us, but my mind hesitated. Letting him in meant risking everything. But then his hand brushed my cheek, and the quiet, steady pressure of his touch silenced every doubt.

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