Page 25 of Logan
Please just keep going.
Instead, the engine cuts right behind me.
“Kenzie!”
I turn and see Logan, his broad frame and the gleam of chrome under the streetlight.
“Jesus, you about gave me a heart attack.” My pulse is still racing from the sound and now from him standing there.
“What the hell are you doing walking down this road?” He closes the distance, eyes sweeping over me.
“I locked my keys in Ambrosia. My phone’s dead. I was going to grab a room at the motel.”
“That’s a stupid decision. This road is deserted, and you’re still in uniform.” His gaze drags down my legs, lingering long enough to make my skin prickle.
“Well, it was that or sleep in the parking lot. What are you even doing here? You left an hour ago.”
He doesn’t answer.
“Earth to Logan.” I wave a hand.
In two strides, he’s right in front of me. His hand curls around the back of my neck, pulling me in until our faces are inches apart. “I’m always here when you get off work. Making sure you get home safe.”
Before I can process the weight of that, his mouth is on mine, hard, claiming.
For a heartbeat, I freeze, my brain catching up to my body. Then I push him back just enough to meet his eyes. “I don’t know what to think of you.” My forehead rests against his, my breath mingling with his.
“Let me give you a ride.” His voice is low, threaded with something that feels dangerous.
“Okay. I was headed to the motel on Main.”
He hands me his helmet. “You’ll be fine with me.”
The ride is fast, the wind biting at my skin, his solid warmth under my hands. I rest my head against his back, and for the first time in a long time, I feel safe… at least physically.
When the bike slows, I lift my head to see a cream stucco house with heavy wooden pillars and black iron accents.
His hand squeezes my thigh. “You gonna get off, or are we spending the night out here?”
I slide off, looking around. “Where are we?”
“This,” he says as he walks toward the front door, “is my house.”
Inside, the space is cleaner, more put-together than I expected.
“Why did you bring me here? I told you I was headed to the motel.”
“The only people at that motel right now are hookers and drug addicts. You’ll stay here until we can get you sorted in the morning.”
“I’m not a task for you to sort, Logan. And I didn’t agree to this.”
“I didn’t ask. I wanted you here. Wanted to know you were safe.”
“Why?” My voice is sharper now. “Logan, why?”
He steps in, crowding me back against the door. His hand fists in my hair. “Because as much as I try to fight it, I still fucking love you. I’ve never stopped, Kenzie.”
Then his mouth claims mine again, and the air between us ignites.
