Page 91 of The Lost and the Found

“No,” he answered gruffly. “But we might get into a car accident.”

“You won’t let that happen. You won’t let anything happen to me, right?”

He sucked in an unsteady breath and echoed my words. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The light turned green and I gave him a sloppy kiss on his cheek before moving back to my seat. My smile grew when the car behind us honked, giving Logan the cue to drive off.

“Tease,” he said around a wicked grin. “You know my retribution will be even sweeter?”

I lost my smile then. My plan obviously backfired, but I didn’t care. Because it was as Logan said. It would be sweeter. I bit my lip and looked out the window, squirming slightly. A hormonal mess, if I’d ever seen one.

Logan let out a soft chuckle and pulled into the parking garage. He sure took his sweet time parking, too, and I was brimming with impatience. I was out of the car and nearing the elevator before he’d even unbuckled his seatbelt. When the elevator doors opened, and I looked back at him, and he had only taken a few steps my way.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s the rush? It a beautiful night out. I thought we could take a stroll.”

I glared at him. “No, it’s not a beautiful night. It’s cold and windy and dirty, and I want to go up to the apartment, so move your ass.”

“Such foul language coming from such a sweet little thing.”

I scoffed. “I am not sweet.”

He was finally at the elevator doors. We got in and Logan punched in the code. “No? You sure tasted sweet on my tongue the other night.” And I was blushing about ten shades of red in the span on one minute. I scowled at his reflection on the elevator doors, and Logan’s smile widened. “You are sweet, and don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. But remember, no other men will ever know your sweetness personally, my beautiful, beautiful girl,” he added darkly.

I shivered a little under his intense gaze. I knew I shouldn’t be turned on by it, but I really loved Logan being possessive.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in close. I buried my face in his chest, not saying anything, as I wrapped both arms around him, not wanting to let go.

I wasn’t sweet or nice. That just wasn’t me, but perhaps I was softer with Logan, so this new side of me that he was seeing was entirely his fault.

He had to go and make me fall in love with him. Now, everything in my life revolved around him.

“Why has my beautiful girl gone quiet on me?” he asked, his breath teasing the hair on the top of my head.

“I’m always quiet.”

“That’s true.” And he kissed the top of my head, accepting that as it was. It was one of the things I liked most about him. He never once asked me to change who I was to fit into who others expected a man in his position should be with.

He liked me the way I was.

I smiled into his chest, tightening my arms around him just a little. But then the elevator doors opened, and I lost my smile and any good mood I had been in since the moment Logan picked me up from work.

Logan felt me tense in his arms and turned to where my attention was. Then it was his turn to tense up. “What the hell are you doing here?”

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