Page 31 of Playing with Fire

He scoffed. “Yes, of course. You have a flat?” More rustling came through the line. “Where are you?”

A smirk lifted my lips, and excitement coursed through me. “Just left town, maybe a mile past The Dock.”

I held my breath as nerves bubbled up, waiting for his response.

“Okay.” He almost seemed distracted.

My body sagged with disappointment when he didn't add anything else. What did I expect? I should have known better than to listen to my friends. They gave the worst advice.

“Dylan's coming over to keep an ear out. I'll be there in a few. Hang tight.”

“Oo-okay,” I stumbled over the word. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Stay in the car until I get there. Okay?”

“Okay.” The call ended and I brought the phone to my chest as a smile lifted my lips. Part of me was afraid to hope this meant more than him just being a good person.

But right now, the excitement that bloomed in my chest was louder than the doubt.

LOGAN

I pulled my truck to a stop behind Izzy's car on the side of the road, grateful to see both her and her car intact. I almost had a heart attack seeing her name pop up on my phone at almost midnight. So many worst-case scenarios had raced through my mind.

She stepped out of her car as I approached, and I fought the groan that bubbled up. What the fuck was she wearing? Did the tight black skirt even cover her whole ass?

“Pop the trunk,” I gritted out.

Her brows shot up, and I cursed the way my words were clipped. She turned, bending slightly into the car, and the trunk opened. At least the skirt did in fact cover her ass. But just barely. The shirt, however, looked more like a bra—a strip of fabric across her back, and didn't cover any of her stomach.

I got to work getting the tools and spare out of the back, bringing them around to the driver’s side rear tire. I stared at her as she crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up. The pieces of triangle-shaped fabric of her shirt stretched like they struggled to contain her breasts.

I clenched my jaw and squatted down in front of the flat tire. But my brain short-circuited, and I stared at the wheel in front of me as I struggled to remember what I needed to do.

“Are you mad?” she asked.

I wasn't mad. At least not at her. Myself maybe. “No.” I shook my head and used the wrench to start breaking the lug nuts.

“Okay...” She shifted on her heels.

I lost the battle not to look at her, my gaze trailing slowly from her black heels up her long legs. Lots of creamy skin that never seemed to end, until finally the black mini skirt came into view. If it wasn't so dark out, I was sure I'd get a glimpse of her panties from this angle. Wonder what color she was wearing? Were they lace? A thong maybe?

“You sure?”

I blinked and pulled my gaze away from her. “Yup.” I wasn't sure of anything at the moment, but I answered the question I knew she was asking.

I shoved the jack under the frame of the car and lifted it.Don't look up, I reminded myself as I sensed her lean back against the car with a huff. Grabbing the wrench, I continued removing the lug nuts.

“I'm sorry I made you come out,” she said, followed by a long sigh. “I probably should have called Jay.”

“No.” I whipped my gaze up to look at her and the wrench slipped from my hand before clattering to the ground. Dammit. “It's fine.” I leaned forward quickly to grab the wrench, and my head collided with the rim. Jesus fucking Christ. I took a calming breath. “I just... need to focus.”

“Okay, sorry. You seemed upset.”

“I'm not upset.” Although now my head hurt, and I felt like I was losing my mind.

I stole another glance up at her as she crossed her arms tighter across her chest with a huff.

“Okay. Whatever.”

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