Page 7 of Under the Mistletoe
“Blue eyes, huh?”
“What?” She sat up and eyed the vehicle. Of all the places, why did this guy have to park right next to her?
“I just think it’s interesting that you remember the color of Logan’s eyes.”
She remembered a lot more than the color of his eyes, but she wouldn’t mention that.
Devin side-eyed the Bronco, but the window was too high for her to see the driver. The distinct sound of the driver’s door opening and then slamming shut reached her. “Oh shoot.”
She hit the automatic locks. Did she hang up and call 911 or keep Jess on the line?
“Devin, is everything all right?” The worry was back in her cousin’s tone.
Devin gripped the phone tighter as a man circled the vehicle and approached the window. All she could see was his tan Carhartt jacket and a red flannel shirt over shoulders that looked like he could move her car on his own if he wanted to. “I don’t know. There’s a guy here and?—”
“Devin. Hang up and call the police. Or maybe I should, just?—”
The man bent down and peered at her through the window.
Aw, man. What wasLogandoing here?
“Wait, Jess. It’s fine.”
It was definitely not fine.
His jaw was more angled, his shoulders were wider, and there was an edge to him that hadn’t been there before, but those pale-blue eyes she’d know anywhere. Boy, did he look good.
“Devin!” Jess’s voice screeched through the phone. “What’s going on? I am two seconds from calling?—”
“I’m okay.”
Logan tapped on the window. “I heard you need a ride.” His deep voice was muffled by the glass.
The scruff that shadowed his face testified to the fact he would have no problem growing a full beard now, unlike when he and Liam had gone for the no-shave November in college. He’d left the last of his boy years behind, that was for sure. His dark hair, which he’d always worn short, now peeked out of the gray beanie, curled around his ears, and brushed the top of his collar. The rogue look was working for him.
Shoot. And she thought she’d had it bad for him before.
“You’re safe?” Jess’s desperate voice came again.
Was she safe? From harm, yes. Other than that…Maybe she’d go with the simple answer. “It’s Logan.”
“Logan Kingsley?” Her cousin’s voice hit a different, yet also painful, pitch.
“I’ll call you later.”
“You better.”
Devin ended the call, dropped her phone in her purse, and drew a slow breath. Letting the Kingsleys be her foster family for the day had been simple when that equation didn’t include him. Because there was no way she ever had or ever would see Logan Kingsley as a brother.
This was what came from asking for help.
She gathered her purse and climbed out. She glanced at him, the Bronco, then back at her car. She didn’t know where to look, but definitely not at the guy behind her, because he had the same expression as when he’d said those infamous words.I don’t think this is where either of us wants to be.Only then it had been about a kiss. Now, it was about this ride.
She locked her car and reached for the door of the Bronco, but Logan was already there. He pulled the door open and waited for her to climb in before shutting it. The leather interior wasn’t cool like she expected. Did he have seat warmers? She scanned the ten-inch display and all the buttons and knobs. She wasn’t exactly sure what he did for a living, but Logan was doing well for himself.
A wet nose jabbed her shoulder, and Devin spun to face a large dog with curly brown hair and friendly eyes. She held up her hand to let the dog sniff it. “Aren’t you cute.”
Logan’s door opened. “That’s Cal.” He climbed in and started the engine.
