Page 74 of The Lost and the Found

“Yes, ma’am.” He mock-saluted me, adjusting the bulge in his jeans a little before pointing which way he wanted me to go.

“You’re a natural, baby,” he said about five blocks away from the empty parking lot, and I knew he wasn’t just saying that. I was doing great. It almost seemed silly now, how worried I was about driving today.

I stopped at a stoplight, and Logan smile. “Perfect, right?” I said, shrugging my shoulder casually.

“Damn right, baby. Are you hungry?”

As if on cue, my stomach grumbled. Logan laughed. “Does that answer your question?” I asked sheepishly.

“Great. I know this place. Take a left up ahead.”

I did as he instructed, feeling a world of confidence in me. Driving was fun.

Even though I was only following Logan’s instruction, I was the one controlling the car’s movements. And there was just something about the very thought that was freeing. I never wanted this feeling to end, even though I knew I had to return the car once we were done.

But this only made me more determined to stick to my plan. To graduate and get a good job. To be able to afford a nice, albeit not as fancy, car.And I had Logan to thank for pushing me to experience this. Perhaps being in a relationship with him wasn’t such a bad idea.

I looked sideways at him. Quickly, of course, because I was still driving, but long enough to capture his hard, huge physique.

I couldn’t think of a damn thing wrong about being in a relationship, especially when I was in a relationship with Logan Cross.

“Focus on the road, baby,” Logan admonished when he caught my eyes. Though he and I both knew a part of him enjoyed having my eyes on him.

“I am,” I said, looking up to the rearview mirror. I almost stepped on the break then and there, my heart begging to be let out of my chest.

“Hey, what’s this? Why are you going so slow?”

“There’s a cop behind me,” I hissed. “What if he pulls me over? I don’t have my driver’s license. I don’t even have a permit.”

And instead of being concerned like I thought he would be, Logan laughed. “He’ll pull you over if you don’t start driving the speed limit. Come on, you’re ten miles below. It looks suspicious.”

With his words, I gunned the gas pedal, and the car stalled a little before picking up speed.

Logan grabbed onto the roof handle. “Whoa, baby, hold on.”

It was too late. I caught the cop’s attention. Sirens blared from behind me, as red and blue flashing lights appeared in the rearview mirror.

“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.” This shouldn’t have happened. We were in so much trouble. Me more so than Logan.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad. And stop worrying so much. I’ll handle this. Okay? Now pull over, Hayden.”

I nodded and signaled to pull over, my eyes burning the whole time. I wanted to cry right then and there, and wouldn’t that just be embarrassing?

I watched anxiously as the cop pulled up behind me. It was a while before he got out, and by then I was already sweating like a pig in the summer’s heat. Logan grabbed my hand and place a small kiss on the back of it, but his touch couldn’t erase what was going on here.

I should have insisted we wait until I got my license. Or something… anything. But now, we would probably get a ticket I couldn’t afford to pay, and I would be damned if I asked him to pay it for me.

The cop knocked on the window and I rolled it down. Logan already had the car’s registration in hand, and before the cop could speak, Logan leaned over.

“Registration?” Logan said, handing it to the man. His voice was calm, and there was something in his eyes that I had never seen before.

Was this how he looked in the courtroom? I almost shiver from the coldness in them.

The cop, taken back, didn’t even ask for my license as he took the registration from Logan.

Something else crinkled beneath the registration, but Logan was quick with his hand, and I didn’t catch what he handed the police.

He muttered something under his breath that I didn’t quite catch, before handing the registration back to Logan, and turning to me. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

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