His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Last Minute Plans

Ella

The forest’s lingering scent still clung to me as I made my way back home. My feet moved over the familiar asphalt path, my mind still replaying the events of the day.

The feeling of freedom and serenity from my hike, followed by the shock of the attempted mugging and then the mysterious young man’s timely intervention, made for an interesting concoction of experiences that day. I was a bit roughed up after the experience, but also intrigued.

As I returned to the hustle and bustle of the city, the familiar sounds were almost a relief after my experience in the quiet woods. I imagined Moana scolding me for not bringing my pepper spray, and my father having a full-blown mental breakdown over it.

It was things like these that I decided to keep from my parents. Not because I wanted to hide anything, but because I didn’t want them to worry. If they knew about half of the dangerous things I dealt with in this city, they would be at my doorstep in an instant, demanding me to come home.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking my reverie. I fumbled for it, flipping it open to see Logan’s name on the display. I hesitated, but then swiped to answer anyway.

“Ella, Logan’s voice greeted, sounding unusually hesitant. “Did you see my note?”

I sighed, shifting my handbag to my other shoulder. “Yes, considering the fact that it was right out on my kitchen counter. It was a bit hard to miss.”

“Well?” he asked, somewhat expectantly. “Are you still mad at me?”

around me, the sound of cars and people filled my senses. Somewhere nearby, I could smell the fragrant

muttered, stepping out into the street along with a group of other pedestrians as

“Because you certainly seemed

my encounter in the woods. “Okay, maybe I was a little mad,” I said. “Next

was a little surprising. “Well, I’m sorry, Ella.

stepped into line for that food truck, I nodded, forgetting momentarily that he couldn’t see me from the other end

a small chuckle on the other

why you called me on a Saturday afternoon?” I asked, handing the vendor my cash

phone. “Yes, actually,” he said. “Look, I don’t know how to break this to you, but there’s an event tonight. A restaurant owned by

I groaned. The previous event still lingered in my memory, a potent cocktail of awkwardness and tension and rude

be like last time, promise. There’ll

in his voice when he added, “Maybe

couldn’t see it. Last night’s memories of the two of us dancing in my living room

on thin ice, Logan.” His chuckle deepened. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I swear, I only found out

taking a moment to process this. “You expect me to get ready for

softened. “I’ll make it

word,” I muttered around a mouthful of empanada, already thinking about my wardrobe options for that evening. “But in exchange, I fully

and I could hear his smile through the phone. “That’s a bit much to

just joking. I’ll see you later.”

but unable to keep the hint of a smile from my voice. “And

“Yes?”

an enjoyable night

a tense pause on his

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