Page 7 of Shattered
"No, no, no. Please don't start this crap today. Not. Today." I sucked in a breath and tried the key again.
Nothing.
"Stupid car." Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out my phone just to find it in the same state as my piece-of-crap Nissan—dead. "Are you freaking kidding me?" Just as I dropped my head in defeat, two taps sounded against my window. I didn't want to, but I chanced a look, anyway.
Sure enough, there was Logan motioning for me to roll down the window. Reluctantly I reached for the handle and moments later the piece of glass separating us disappeared.
"Pop the hood, Sugar."
With no other choice, I did as I was told and watched Logan stride toward the front of my car. For what seemed like ages—but were possibly just minutes—he fidgeted under the hood. When his head popped back out, I could tell by the look on his face that the news wasn't good.
"She ain't taking you anywhere tonight."
This time I didn't hide my sigh or my groan. "What's wrong with it?"
"So many things," Logan shook his head. "I don't know how you've managed to keep her running this long. C'mon," he opened my door and waited.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm offering to drive you home."
"I can't just leave my car here and weren't you on your way into the shop?"
Logan reached into the car and peeled my fingers off of the steering wheel before tugging on my arm. "I'll get Brett to come and tow your car."
I eyed him suspiciously as I slid out of the vehicle. Logan seemed unfazed, though, as he shut my door and moved to the trunk of my car.
"And your shopping?" I asked.
"Nothing that can't be done tomorrow." After he'd retrieved my groceries, he tilted his head to the right. "I'm parked this way." With that he strode toward his car, leaving me with no other option than to trail behind him.
Once we reached his truck, Logan placed my groceries in the back seat and then held the passenger door open for me. "You don't have to take me home. If I could just use your cell to call Lizzy real quick, she can come and pick me up." He didn't answer. Instead, one thick, dark eyebrow arched while he cocked his head to the side.
That look was enough to send liquid heat racing through my veins. Without another word, I climbed into the cab and waited as Logan rounded the vehicle to fill the space beside me.
"Do we need to pick up Flynn from Zelda's?" His question came just as we exited the parking lot. Willow Creek was a small town, so it wasn't strange for Logan to know where Flynn was in school.
Shaking my head, I answered, "No. Lizzy picked him up earlier; they're already home." I never knew how having a friend could add to my life until I let Lizzy in. It had taken her months to get past all my walls, but when I eventually opened up—just a little—I was rewarded with a great friendship.
Silence stretched between us, and I didn't like it. It gave me too much time to think. And way too much time to stare at his big hands gently curled around the steering wheel or at the strand of hair falling across his forehead. What I really wanted to do was reach over, brush it away from his face and bury my fingers in his thick mane.
Get a grip, Harper. "What made you decide to adopt?"
Logan's eyes flicked to mine for a second before returning to the road, and the corner of his mouth pulled into a smile. "I get lonely in that house by myself, figured I need some company."
Him, lonely? Yeah, I seriously doubted that. He likely had a long line of women just waiting to keep himcompany. I wasn't a betting woman, but I'd put all my money on the fact that not a single one of those women left his bed unsatisfied. With that ridiculously in shape body, he most certainly had stamina for days. And I wasn't even going to get started on what those big hands of his could do. I was obsessed with them.
"I think the better question is why don't you have a backyard full of animals?" The sexy rasp of his voice stopped my mind from getting too carried away and forced me back to the matter at hand and a question I definitely didn't want to answer.
With a shrug, I said, "Caring for a pet is a big responsibility, I already have one of those."
Logan's face went from playful to expressionless in a second flat. "Yeah, I get that. But having a kid must be kinda awesome too?"
It might've been my imagination, but I could have sworn I'd heard sadness in his voice. Not one to pry, I just went on as if I hadn't heard a thing. "It's the best," I answered honestly. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for Flynn and not a day with him that I'd trade."
A soft hum of approval passed over his lips, but he didn't say anything. The silence that followed was a comfortable one. Both of us wrapped up in our own thoughts, and before I knew it, we were parked in Logan's driveway.
He cut the engine, and I turned to thank him, only to find him studying me. Those soft brown eyes were seemingly staring into the very bottom of my soul, causing my skin to prickle and my pulse to race.
