Page 16 of Shattered
"Nope. You."
"Oh."
I felt his chuckle vibrate through my entire body. "Listen, it's gonna be a while before your Nissan is drivable again."
A defeated sigh passed over my lips, I didn't want to put Lizzy out any more than I already have. I know she wouldn't mind, but she had her own life to get to, which apparently included a new man.
"If I put a rush order in, the parts should be here within the week, and your car fixed come Monday. I just have to run the costs of the parts by you before I order."
A very heavy weight settled on my shoulders. If there was one thing I didn't have, it was savings, except for my emergency money. But that money was there in case I needed to take Flynn and run on a moment's notice. I would never touch it.
"How much?" I asked Logan. When he gave me the amount, I nearly fell off my chair. I needed a car and to pay for this, I wouldn't be able to save any money this month. Tilting my head toward the ceiling, I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled deeply. "Put in the order."
"Alright," there was a pause on the other end before he let out a slow breath. "Talk to you soon."
The way he said it made it sound more like a prayer than a statement, but I could just respond with, "Okay."
I didn't have too much time to dwell on Logan or the way his sexy voice rolled over my skin like a caress because the clinic was fairly busy. By the time five o'clock rolled around, I was too happy to call it a day.
That was until I looked up and saw Logan standing in the door, looking pretty much like sex on legs. Yeah, that analogy might be cringe-worthy, but it was fitting. Looking at him the only thing I could think about was sex!
From his denim-clad legs right to the tips of his windswept hair, the man oozed sex. There was no hiding his toned, muscular chest beneath his skin-tight black tee. But even all of that couldn't compare to the way he looked at me. The intensity behind his gaze turned me into a puddle of want and had all sorts of elicit images forming in my brain.
Running my clammy palms down my khaki shirt, I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Chase is in the back," I said, throwing my thumb over my right shoulder.
"I'm here for you."
"For me? What for?"
Logan answered by pushing off the frame and stalking toward me. Robbing me of my senses when he stopped in front of my desk, and I inhaled his scent. There was just something about a man smelling like a man and not a perfume shop.
"I've got something for you." One side of his mouth curled into the most sinful grin.
Is it thick, hard and long?Goodness, there was something seriously wrong with me. I needed to get home and have a littlealone time.
"Good news?" How I managed to ask that with a straight face with everything going on in my brain, I would never know.
"Well, sort of. Fixin' up your Nissan is going to be a while, but," Logan reached behind him and pulled something from his back pocket. Dangling the shiny piece of metal in front of me, he smiled that full-on smile that did things to me. "You need to get around, right?"
When I eventually realized what he was saying, I shook my head. "I couldn't-"
Logan silenced me by grabbing my hand and placing the key in my palm before wrapping my fingers around it. "You can and you will." His voice was soft , but his rasp had the slightest edge to it, and his hand was still firmly wrapped around my closed fist.
My gaze dropped to our connected hands, and I was instantly taken back to that moment in my kitchen last night. I was fairly certain, if Flynn hadn't shown up, I would have given in. Slowly shifting my gaze to his, I found those deep whiskey eyes fixed on me, studying me.
"You don't have to do this." I meant the carandthe way he was looking at me as if I was some priceless piece of art. I wasn't. I was the damaged product you returned for a refund. Defective.
"We've just covered this, Sugar. You're driving my truck till I get your car fixed."
"Your truck?!" Shocked, I snatched my hand out of his and uncurled my fingers so I could offer him his key back. "I thought you were lending me a car from your shop. I can't take your truck. What will you-"
Again, Logan folded my fingers over the key. "I have my bike. Now stop arguing, we have to pick up Flynn."
"We?"
"Yes, Sugar, we. You're gonna have to give me a ride home."
I was out of options, and I would have said anything to get him to stop touching me. Because every time he did, electricity zipped through my veins. I didn't want to be dealing with these…feelings. I had enough to worry about as it stood.
