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.”

me blush, and I looked away feeling self-conscious. How had he noticed something so small

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 promise it’ll

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

it’s very generous of you, but I really should be going. I have

but firm. He grabbed my shoulders and guided me away from the door and back. toward the cars. If this was a trap, then

hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a playful spark that was impossible to

finally said, my voice barely above a

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

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

said, my voice full of wonder.

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 moment,

I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. My father was always incredibly cautious when

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

wide, and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture

engine roared to life, and Logan expertly guided the car out of the garage and onto the winding

fast, but it was a controlled

the ride?” Logan shouted over the wind as he put the convertible top down, his eyes on the

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

our eyes met, at shared understanding passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling