Page 73 of The Lost and the Found

“What is this song called?” I asked. I didn’t think my mom ever mentioned the title or the artist. It was just her favorite song.

“Love Is Our Cross to Bear by John Gorka. Do you like it?”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah. I do. My mom used to sing this to me every morning as we were getting ready for our day when I was little.”

Distantly, I remembered another voice that had joined in with hers. A man’s voice.

My dad’s, perhaps?

He didn’t say anything for a long while, and I was perfectly content to sit in the silence, remnants of the song still playing on repeat in my head.

Logan unbuckled his seatbelt, and I almost jumped from the noise. “Come on, love. Let me teach you how to drive.”

I looked up at the softness in his voice. “Yeah. Okay.” My voice was just as soft.

We switched places, and though the car wasn’t big, it felt huge as soon as I closed the driver’s door behind me. I moved the seat forward until my feet touched the pedals. Logan grinned.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Hell, no.”

His grin widened. “Okay, first thing’s first.”

Logan spent a grand total of two minutes telling me what was what, what they did, and what I should do. I had thought he would spend more than those mere two minutes before entrusting control of the beast of a car to me, but as soon as he was done, he leaned back and glance over at me casually. “Put the car into drive, babe.”

“What? That’s all you’re going to tell me?”

“That’s all you need to know. I doubt you need to learn about what kind of engine this car has and what not. We’re just starting with the basics.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Now, come on. Put the car into drive.”

I hated how my hand shook, especially when it went to the gear stick. I pressed my foot on the break and shifted it to drive. Logan nodded his approval.

I knew now why he was being so blasé about the whole thing. The calmer he was, the faster my nerves calmed. He wasn’t yelling at me, and he wasn’t sweating from nervousness. In fact, he had more confidence in my driving ability than I did, and that made me want to earn his praise.

“Very good,” he said when I made a smooth turn around a lamppost. I counted five so far. And it was much easier to avoid them in this empty parking lot than I had assumed.

“Okay, do you think you’re ready to take this thing out to the street?”

“The street? You mean out there?” I pointed to the intersection. “Where there are people driving?”

He gently touched his knuckles against my cheek. “Yeah, baby. Think you can handle that?”

His taunting did the trick. If I was looking for his praise before, I was now out to prove to him just how capable Hayden Bishop was. There wasn’t a damn thing I couldn’t do once I put my mind to it. I had proven that time and time again.

I sat up a little straighter and headed toward the street leading out to the intersection. Logan beamed at me, but I ignored him.

“God, watching you drive is such a fucking turn-on. Do you have any idea how unbelievably hard I am?”

Oh yes, I did. A glance down to the tent in his pant, and I knew how hard he was for me. Logan looked almost obscene. I never actually seen him—seen all of him, I mean—but from what I felt when he was close, I knew he was big.

I squirmed a little. I knew how sexy it was to watch the person you were attracted to drive—so damn commanding and powerful at every move.

It was the same thing I felt when I watched Logan drive.

“Behave,” I admonished, though I wasn’t sure if I meant that or not. I was wet from just his voice alone.

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