His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 282

Chapter 282 Joyride

Ella

“Wait! What about that ride?” I slowly turned around, my eyes wide, my heart hammering in my chest. My eyes were met with Logan’s smirking face, his expression dancing with mischief.

“Well?” Logan asked, pushing himself off of the hood of one of the cars and coming over to meet me by the door. “Just one joyride? I’m itching for a good drive. Being stuck in the basement all day really made me crave seeing the sunset. I swallowed. “I really shouldn’t,” I said, glancing at my watch. “I’ve got work…”

“Work, shmork,” Logan interrupted with a grin.

“Pick a car. Any car.” “But… I’ve never been on a really fast ride,” I stammered, my mind a whirl of confusion and excitement. “I mean, growing up in such a dense city, we barely drove at all except to go to our mountain estate in the summers.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up, and he let out a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement and making them stand out against his dirt- stained skin. “So that must be why you always want to walk everywhere.”

looked away feeling self-conscious. How

and coaxing, his hand gesturing at the row of sleek, gleaming cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride. We can check out the scenery, and I

lip, torn between curiosity and caution. My wolf was howling inside me, urging me to take the plunge, to let loose and have some fun. But the rational part of me, the part that had always

trembling. “I mean, it’s very generous of

my shoulders and guided me away from the door and back. toward the cars. If this was a trap, then I really was just

of deception or hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a playful spark that was impossible to

barely above a whisper. “Okay,

lit up, and he clapped his hands together, “Fantastic! Now, which one do your want to

the cream-colored leather interior. There was something about it that called to me, and I pointed at it, feeling a thrill

I said, my voice full of wonder. “It

said, his voice filled

help but feel a bit nervous. My father was always incredibly cautious when it came to driving, sometimes to

of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his

and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture

engine roared to life, and Logan expertly guided the car out of the garage and onto the winding road. At first, I held my breath, my body tense

twists and turns, I found myself relaxing, the fear giving way to excitement. He drove fast, but it was a

the wind as he put the convertible top down, his eyes on the road, his hands steady on the

hair, loosening it from its tight ponytail. As my blonde hair whipped around me, I couldn’t help but

met, at shared understanding passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling a connection that was new and

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