His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 354 Unwanted Company

Ella

We settled into the hard plastic seats, the cacophony of engines and crowd noise enveloping us like a heavy blanket. Even from our spot, I could see the intensity on the drivers’ faces, their concentration palpable even from a distance.

There was something both exciting and terrifying about it, and something addictive, I was sure of it. This was a place for adrenaline junkies, for people who loved thrills and danger, even just as casual observers.

Logan leaned closer, his clear blue eyes not leaving the spectacle unfolding on the racetrack. “See that guy in the blue car? His gear ratios are off. He’s gonna lose speed on the straights.”

I looked at him, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Gear ratios? That’s an oddly specific observation.”

He flushed slightly, a sheepish smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You know how much I love cars. That’s all.”

I peered into his eyes, looking for a hint of deception. I could tell that there was something he wasn’t telling me, something beyond just loving cars, but I let it slide. If he wanted to share, he would, in his own time. And frankly, it wasn’t really my concern.

Soon, though, the race completely captured my attention. The swerving of the cars, the high- pitched roar of the engines, even the palpable tension in the air-it was intoxicating. I found myself cheering as cars zoomed past the finish line, lap after lap.

“Looks like someone’s getting into it,” Logan chuckled, handing me a cup of soda.

I took a sip and smiled. “It’s… growing on me. Never thought I’d say this, but I’m actually having fun.”

He beamed, and I sensed a kind of pride in his eyes. “Told you so. Aren’t you glad that you came out instead of eating pizza and watching true crime?”

I blushed. “There’s a time and a place for everything,” I found myself saying. Then, maybe thanks to a little unwarranted push from my wolf: “I’ll have to introduce you to my guilty pleasures as payback.”

Logan smirked, his blue eyes flashing with something I couldn’t quite read. “I’d love that,” he murmured. His voice was almost husky over the sound of the roaring engines. “True crime and pizza with you sounds…”

trailed off before he finished, but I decided not to push. Instead, I let myself get swept up by the race again. The sound of the engines,

spectacle of it all. But I quickly pushed that thought away. One time would

right,” Logan commented, his eyes narrowing at one of the vehicles whizzing past

And, just as he predicted, the car’s engine sputtered and lagged behind the other cars.

Logan, genuinely curious. “You really know your stuff. Do you come to these races a

thought he was about to offer up some juicy tidbit about his mysterious relationship with car racing. But then, he seemed to think better of it. “Yeah, I try to come every weekend when I can. It’s just another

him suspiciously but decided not to push it. Still, I couldn’t help asking: “Ever consider doing this yourself? Racing,

than one of the cars zooming around the track. But instead of answering, he changed the subject. “How’s your

my almost empty cup, realizing only then how thirsty the excitement had made me. “It’s good. Almost empty,

Logan

money on me,” I protested, but he just rolled

here,” he said. “Save

linger on him. He looked particularly handsome tonight, his jeans and tight t-shirt emphasizing all the right muscles. For a split second, I felt the presence of my wolf, as if she were drawn to him, too. I had to

strange void settled where he’d been sitting. I shook it

you like him,” she declared, a hint of teasing in her voice. “Anyone could tell from the way you just

attractive man,” I defended, rolling my eyes internally. “I’m allowed to

then there’s looking,” Ema purred. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your body language, Ella. Your

sighed. “Yeah, well, hearts

about the soul? We’re fated mates, you know. That’s

a life of crime, but we don’t know if he can actually do it.

scared for him, though. You’re thinking about the long term, about what could

of life would that be? Constantly looking over our shoulders? Not to mention, the fact that I would be bound to someone in the

worried about how they’ll

To them, learning that I’m ‘dating’ a mobster would be like dropping a bomb on our

a hard place,” Ema acknowledged. “But, Ella, you don’t

The possibility of monumental disaster? The potential

countered. “Remember the guy