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.”

feeling self-conscious. How had he noticed something so

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

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,

don’t know, Logan,” I said, my voice trembling. “I mean, it’s very generous of

the cars. If this was a trap, then I really was just a helpless little mouse. “Don’t overthink it. Just choose a

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

finally said, my voice barely

he clapped his hands together, “Fantastic!

of cars, but my eyes 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 designed

I said, my voice full of wonder. “It

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

My father was always incredibly cautious when it came to driving, sometimes to a fault. He never drove too fast unless

hands were shaking, and I clutched the edge of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full of anticipation as he settled

nodded. “Ready,” I

expertly guided the car out of the garage and onto the winding road.

then, as 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 of fast. I could

he put the convertible top down,

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

eyes met, at shared understanding passing between us. He