Page 24 of The Lost and the Found

Hayden

When we gotout of the building, I shivered a little from the cold and Logan looked at me. I ignored him.

“Where are you parked?” I asked when it didn’t look like he would say anything.

“Close by. Come on, let’s get you out of the cold.”

He grabbed my hand. I tried to pull it away, but he only tightened his hold and I couldn’t think of a way to get out of it without drawing attention to myself. Besides, his hand was warm.

I stopped struggling and he loosened his grip just enough. We didn’t say anything, but I caught an amused glint in his eye before he turned and led us to the black Mercedes parked illegally outside the building.

He’d even gotten a ticket. I smirked, but Logan looked at the ticket like it was an inconvenience. He took it from the windshield, tore it up, and threw it in the trash bin nearby. I stared at him with my mouth open.

“Close your mouth, sweetheart. You never know what might fly in.” He tapped my chin and unlocked the door.

I was too cold to argue with him. He climbed in after me and started the car, putting the heat on full blast.

When my shivering stopped, I turned to him. “Aren’t you going to pay for the ticket?”

He looked at me like he thought I was cute. I scowled at him. “No, don’t worry about that.”

“I’m not worried about it, but you should be.”

He shook his head, his grin widening a little. “I’m not.”

“What, you think you’re above the law?”

“Hayden, I promise. It’s fine. Now, tell me when you’re supposed to be at work.”

I let out a frustrated groan and looked at the clock on his dashboard. Since I wasn’t taking the bus, I still had about an hour and a half before I needed to be there. By car, it wouldn’t take us any longer than fifteen minutes. “By four.”

“We still have time then. Are you hungry?”

As if on cue, my stomach growled. Logan laughed and my cheeks felt hot. I knew it had nothing to do with the heat.

“I’ll take that as a yes. I know a great soup and sandwich shop on the way. Let’s get you fed before I drop you off at work.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said. I didn’t want him to buy me anything. Maybe it was because I could see how far we were from each other, money-wise, but I didn’t feel comfortable that Logan was now not only driving me to and from work, he was also buying me food.

“I know. I want to. And I won’t take no for an answer.”

“I doubt you hear that often.”

“What?”

“No.”

He smirked. “I’ll admit. Most of the women I interact with are more than willing to do everything I want to do.”

I scowled at this. Did he have to mention other women? A pressure started building in my chest, and I shifted, uncomfortable when I realized that pressure was my jealously. I barely knew him. I didn’t have any reason to be jealous.

Logan chuckled. “Don’t worry, the only woman I’m interacting with is you.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I wasn’t worried.”

“So you usually look like you want to murder people? And this expression had nothing to do with me mentioning other women?”

“We are nothing to each other. You can do whatever you want with whomever you want to do it with.”

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