Page 38 of A Dash of You

“Shit. Sorry. I’ll just go put this back.” She giggles slinking back inside, leaving only me and Logan.

I spin back around to find him staring at me.

“How are you feeling?” Logan asks, with a softness that surrounds me like a blanket. Right now? Right now, my heart is beating uncontrollably.

“A little sore, but fine.”

“Can I see?”

Can he see?

“Oh no, that’s okay. I’ll have Lana check the bandages later.” Not that Idon’twant him to check on me, but avoiding another heated moment feels like the right thing to do.

He nods, not pushing further, going back to apparently installing a camera.

“Thisisfancy,” I say bending over a smidge to inspect, but when I realize my shirt won’t cover, I snap to a straighter stand.

“It’s necessary.”

“You didn’t have to do this, Logan. And you also didn’t have to start so early in the morning. Even the birds are pissed.” I chuckle trying to stop yawning.

He shrugs, throwing some kind of wrench inside his toolbox. “I couldn’t sleep, anyway.”

“How come?” The thought of his sleepless night being because of me crosses my mind.

He ignores me, pulling out his phone. “It’s all installed. You just gotta download this app and set everything up, but if you need me to, I can show you—”

“You’ve done enough already, and I’m sure I can handle this part. But just know, I’m adding this to the tab.”

“Sora.” His firmness sends shivers rippling through me. “You’re not paying me back.”

“Not this again. Iampaying you back.”

He steps forward. I should retreat, yet I'm strangely stuck in place. He’s so tall, and I look up into his soft, yet heated, gaze. “I told you before, I don’t want your money.” He glances downat my mouth, at my exposed legs, then back up to lock eyes with mine.Jesus.“Just download that app.” He hands me a piece of paper with the information before backing away. “And take care of those wounds.” He’s gone before I can blink, shutting the door to his part of the duplex.

“Did he leave?” Lana peeks out, pretending she wasn’t eavesdropping.

“Yes. He’s gone.” I close the door behind me, still in a comatose state, but I don’t miss the subtle smirk on my best friend’s face. “What’s that look for?”

“Nothing.” She hands me a full mug of coffee.

“No. I know that look. What is it?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. But I am going to go shower.”

“Liar!” I yell at her as she hurries up the stairs.

There is obviously nothing happening between me and Logan. If he wanted to install a camera for safety reasons, cool. Fine. It’s not like it’s incredibly sweet of him or anything.

But it is. It’s soincredibly sweet.

Thirteen

Shelby throws the towel down from her shoulder. “That’s it. What is going on, young lady? You’ve been ouchin’, hissin’, around here all morning.”

Ugh. I’m awful at pretending like my whole body isn’t screaming out in pain. I took pain relievers this morning, but those bastards have since worn off. Shelby stares at me like a worried yet pissed off mother. Lying to her will only keep me up at night.

“I was sort of attacked last night.”

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