Page 69 of Bulletproof Weeks

“That sounds great. No hiking though.” She popped her foot to show off her fire-engine-red shoes.

“Nope. Just

a drive. I know the perfect spot.”

Twenty-Three

Bella climbed into Logan’s truck and scooted over to the passenger side. She could have strangled Sharon for calling the emergency meeting of the town council for the festival. She couldn’t wait until the usual meeting that Friday to go over the list of artists and vendors?

She pushed the random acts of violence out of her head. She was too happy to let Sharon ruin the day. Having Logan pick her up at the height of rush hour—well, Winchester Falls rush hour—was beyond exciting. Maybe he really had been listening.

Being with him shouldn’t come with a cloak weighted in shame. It was supposed to make her want to fly. When he touched her, kissed her, loved her…that was exactly how she felt. And now she didn’t have to hide it.

At least here in their hometown.

This is where it counted anyway.

“Did you get some rest at least?”

Logan smiled. “I don’t sleep great without you, but I got a few hours in.”

“Me neither. When you get home, I don’t get sleep for a whole different reason.”

He turned off the access road. “Well, if I didn’t have an insatiable girlfriend, then maybe we could.”

“Right. I’m the insatiable one.”

His eyebrow lifted and that smirk that always ruined her went on max. “Totally you. I have to take vitamins just to keep up with you.”

“That’s because you’re old.”

“You wound me.”

Instead of taking the right that they usually did to go home, he took a hard left and slowly made his way down to the springs. She grabbed onto the holy shit handle as the wheels dipped and bounced over the sun-baked mud trails. Finally they hit the clearing and she leaned forward.

“I haven’t been down here yet this summer.”

“Me neither. I usually come down here every weekend when I’m off, but I’ve been a little distracted.”

Taking his smile to mean a good distraction, not because of their least favorite topic, she grinned back at him. “Is that right?”

“There’s this girl…no, woman. There’s this woman that has me going crazy. I can’t work, can’t eat, can’t sleep if she’s not near me.”

“Sounds like a helluva important woman.”

He made a three-point-turn and backed up the vista so the truck bed looked down on the springs. He threw the truck into Park and leaned across to her. “The single most important person in my life.”

She met him halfway. Her heart full to bursting. She feathered the backs of her fingers over his cheeks. He’d shaved the rest of his face so he was smooth save for a night’s worth of shadow. His lips were soft, and the kiss light.

When she opened her eyes, he was smiling at her. “You are in a good mood today. Especially since I had to leave you for most of the day.”

“I have to leave you for much longer than that.”

“This is true. I totally win on that score.”

“That you do.” He opened his door. “Now, how about we take advantage of this gorgeous day with some wine and a picnic?”

“Look at you all prepared.”

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