His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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.”

away feeling self-conscious. How had he noticed something so small about

at the row of sleek, gleaming cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take

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 played

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

firm. He grabbed my shoulders and guided me away from the door and back. toward the cars. If this was a trap, then I really was just a helpless little mouse. “Don’t overthink it. Just choose a car

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

voice barely

face lit up, and he clapped his hands together, “Fantastic! Now,

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

one,” I said, my voice full of wonder. “It

said, his voice filled with pride. “She’s also my fastest.” He opened

couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. My father was always incredibly cautious when it came to driving, sometimes to a fault. He never drove too fast unless he really needed to,

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

wide, and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered, feeling a

car out of the garage and onto the winding road. At first, I held

fast, but it was a controlled kind of fast. I could tell

the ride?” Logan shouted over the wind as he put the convertible top down, his eyes on the road, his hands steady on

and wild as the wind whipped through my hair, loosening it from its tight ponytail. As

over at Logan, and our eyes met, at shared understanding passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling