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

voice soft 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,

to take the plunge, to let loose

it’s very generous of you, but I

guided me away from the door and back. toward the cars. If this

his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a playful spark that was impossible to

my voice barely above a whisper. “Okay,

his hands together, “Fantastic! Now, which one do

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

my voice full of wonder. “It

with mischief. “Ah, I knew you had a soft spot for my first one. Everyone does,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “She’s also

I slid into 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 never drove too fast unless he really needed to, and I never learned how

the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full of anticipation as he settled into the driver’s

eyes wide, and nodded. “Ready,”

garage and onto the winding road. At first, I held my breath, my body tense as we accelerated, the

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

Logan shouted over the wind as he put the convertible top down, his eyes on the road,

ponytail. As my blonde hair whipped around me, I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within me, pure and

us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling a connection that was new and yet

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