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.”

blush, and I looked away feeling self-conscious.

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

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

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

cars. If this was

for any sign of deception or hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a playful spark

I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper.

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

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

voice full

you had a soft spot for my first one. Everyone does,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “She’s also my fastest.” He opened the door for me, and I hesitated for a

felt the scent of polished leather take over my senses, I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. My father was always incredibly cautious when it came to driving, sometimes to a

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

looked at him, my eyes wide, and nodded. “Ready,” I

the winding road.

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

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

the wind whipped through my hair, loosening it from its tight ponytail. As my blonde

between us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling

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