Chapter Eight
Jeni jumped into Logan’s truck like a pack of dogs chased after her.
“Where’s the fire?” he asked with a laugh.
“Can you just drive?” she asked, buckling her seatbelt.
His eyebrows lifted, but he did as asked. A light scent of vanilla drifted across the cab, and he inhaled deeply. She looked nice, but he kept that thought to himself.
When they were out of the neighborhood, she breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry. I just…I had to get away from my mom and sisters. They were driving me crazy. There’s something wrong with the SUV they brought, and my mom needs mine to go to the store.”
Logan blinked. “That’s your emergency? I’m rescuing you from your sweet and caring family?”
“They are not sweet.”
“I thought they were great.”
“You were with them for an hour.”
He shrugged. “I liked them. Especially your mom.”
Jeni mumbled something unintelligible and leaned her head against the seat. It was silent for a moment, and she closed her eyes, like she was savoring something. The look on her face had Logan shifting in his seat.
He focused to keep his eyes on the road. “What did you tell them?”
“That I had a date.”
Logan’s jaw dropped, and he laughed.
Her head twisted to look at him. “Why is that funny? You think I couldn’t get a date with you?”
“The opposite actually. What was it you said? You’re a hard sell? I think I’m the last person you’d ever want to go out with.”
“Be that as it may, I don’t know any other men in this town, so I had no choice.”
“I’m flattered. Why didn’t you just call an Uber?”
Jeni stilled. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath.
They came to a red light and stopped. Logan peeked over at her, and she regarded him from behind her glasses.
“I didn’t really think this through,” she said. “Any ideas for what we should do?”
He stretched his right arm out and rested it on the back of her seat, grinning. “I could take you to my place.”
“Hard pass.”
He’d said it to annoy her, but for some reason he felt a little offended. “Fine. You pick then.”
“Somewhere bright and well populated.”
“Jeni. I know this isn’t a real date. I’m not gonna put the moves on you.”
“Your propensity to flirt with anything that has breasts says otherwise.”
Any man who knew anything about women knew jealousy was a good sign. He lifted an eyebrow and smirked at her. “I think you’re worried about your ability to stop yourself from putting some moves on me.”
“Keep dreaming, Squinty.”