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.”

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

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

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

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

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

my voice barely above

his hands together, “Fantastic! Now,

were drawn once more to Logan’s first car, the red one with the cream-colored leather interior. There was something about it that called to me, and I pointed at it, feeling a thrill of excitement. It looked as though it was

I said, my voice full

my first one. Everyone does,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “She’s

the seat and 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 fault. He

trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan

“Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture of fear

the winding road. At first, I held my breath, my

way to excitement. He drove fast, but it was a controlled kind of fast. I could tell he knew what he was doing, and I started

put the convertible

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

us. He grinned, and

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