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.”

me blush, and I looked away feeling self-conscious. How had

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, and I

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

Logan,” I said, my voice trembling. “I mean, it’s very generous of you, but

Logan interrupted, his voice gentle 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

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

said, my voice barely above

his hands together, “Fantastic! Now, which one

one with the cream-colored leather interior. There was something about

I said, my voice full of

my first one. Everyone does,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “She’s also my fastest.” He opened the door

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

shaking, and I clutched the edge of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full

him, my eyes wide, and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture of

the garage and onto the winding road. At first, I held my breath, my body

fast, but it was a controlled kind

convertible top down, his eyes on the

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

understanding passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned back,

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