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work.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, you need to get to work, I have an extra car… Get us home in one piece and it’s at your disposal. It’s really that simple.” He sounds more like a drill sergeant than his normal self right now, but I don’t care. I’m just excited to be able to drive.
“Sometimes I think you’re completely insane,” I say, walking around the car and getting in the driver seat. I turn the ignition and put my seat belt on, Logan does the same.
“I’m not insane, Mia. I’m just trying to help you, and I think you need someone you can turn to for help whether you want to admit it or not.”
I pull out of the parking lot and onto the road, not responding to his last statement. The last time I willingly turned to someone for help I was almost forced to give my daughter up for adoption. That’s not to say I haven’t met good people since then: Kelly the nurse that helped me get out of the hospital with Lily. Sarah for giving me a job and yes Logan. Logan has been more than incredible, which is why I find it so hard to understand the reasons why. I wasn’t always this cynical but sometimes life has a way of beating the optimism out of you.
“People don’t normally do nice things for others without expecting anything in return.”
“What could I possibly want in return?” He reaches over and turns the radio off. I glance down at his hand and images of him touching me with that very hand fill my brain, which is strange because normally the idea of anyone touching me like that is repulsive.
Oh my God, what am I thinking? Having a crush on Logan is one thing but actually entertaining the idea of more, of taking my feelings for him beyond the point of something innocent, is too much of a stretch.
“I’m ah… I’m still trying to figure it out.” I shut down my inappropriate thoughts about Logan and focus my attention on driving.
I can see him jerk his head to the side from my peripheral vision. “Is that how you really feel about me?”
I let out an exasperated sigh “I don’t know.” What does he want me to say? I can’t figure out what it is that he gets out of helping me, why making sure Lily and I are safe is so important to him, or why I want to believe in him so badly. Have I really been that starved for affection?
“You’re full of it.” He tosses out, jutting his chin in my direction. “You know I’m a good guy and you just can’t bring yourself to admit it.”
“Maybe.” I concede with a smirk. “Still, I’m sure you can’t wait to get rid of us. You can get us out of your hair in just a few weeks and then you can go back to a life of bachelorhood.”
“Bachelorhood?” He tosses his head back and laughs. “Wow, you’ve got me all figured out huh? A different woman every night of the week.”
I clutch the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white and attempt to mask the frown that is fighting to form on my face. The thought of different women with Logan every night stirs something in me. I feel like a child on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum. In fact, I’m gripped with jealousy, an emotion I’ve never really experienced when I think of Logan with other women.
“What did my truck ever do to you, Mia? You can relax the death grip you have on the steering wheel.”
“Ugh, I’m just concentrating,” I reply, brushing off his comment.
“I have a really demanding job.” The humor is now gone from his voice. “I don’t have a lot of time for dating, and I hardly lead a life of bachelorhood. I want what every one else wants.”
“And what’s that?”
“To find one woman to love, to settle down with, build a family with.”
“That’s a nice dream,” I say softly, never taking my eyes off the road in front of me. Of course he wants a family of his own one day. Why would he want to be tied down with a mess of a girl and her child when he could have his picture perfect life?
“Do you have a similar dream?”
A year ago I
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, you need to get to work, I have an extra car… Get us home in one piece and it’s at your disposal. It’s really that simple.” He sounds more like a drill sergeant than his normal self right now, but I don’t care. I’m just excited to be able to drive.
“Sometimes I think you’re completely insane,” I say, walking around the car and getting in the driver seat. I turn the ignition and put my seat belt on, Logan does the same.
“I’m not insane, Mia. I’m just trying to help you, and I think you need someone you can turn to for help whether you want to admit it or not.”
I pull out of the parking lot and onto the road, not responding to his last statement. The last time I willingly turned to someone for help I was almost forced to give my daughter up for adoption. That’s not to say I haven’t met good people since then: Kelly the nurse that helped me get out of the hospital with Lily. Sarah for giving me a job and yes Logan. Logan has been more than incredible, which is why I find it so hard to understand the reasons why. I wasn’t always this cynical but sometimes life has a way of beating the optimism out of you.
“People don’t normally do nice things for others without expecting anything in return.”
“What could I possibly want in return?” He reaches over and turns the radio off. I glance down at his hand and images of him touching me with that very hand fill my brain, which is strange because normally the idea of anyone touching me like that is repulsive.
Oh my God, what am I thinking? Having a crush on Logan is one thing but actually entertaining the idea of more, of taking my feelings for him beyond the point of something innocent, is too much of a stretch.
“I’m ah… I’m still trying to figure it out.” I shut down my inappropriate thoughts about Logan and focus my attention on driving.
I can see him jerk his head to the side from my peripheral vision. “Is that how you really feel about me?”
I let out an exasperated sigh “I don’t know.” What does he want me to say? I can’t figure out what it is that he gets out of helping me, why making sure Lily and I are safe is so important to him, or why I want to believe in him so badly. Have I really been that starved for affection?
“You’re full of it.” He tosses out, jutting his chin in my direction. “You know I’m a good guy and you just can’t bring yourself to admit it.”
“Maybe.” I concede with a smirk. “Still, I’m sure you can’t wait to get rid of us. You can get us out of your hair in just a few weeks and then you can go back to a life of bachelorhood.”
“Bachelorhood?” He tosses his head back and laughs. “Wow, you’ve got me all figured out huh? A different woman every night of the week.”
I clutch the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white and attempt to mask the frown that is fighting to form on my face. The thought of different women with Logan every night stirs something in me. I feel like a child on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum. In fact, I’m gripped with jealousy, an emotion I’ve never really experienced when I think of Logan with other women.
“What did my truck ever do to you, Mia? You can relax the death grip you have on the steering wheel.”
“Ugh, I’m just concentrating,” I reply, brushing off his comment.
“I have a really demanding job.” The humor is now gone from his voice. “I don’t have a lot of time for dating, and I hardly lead a life of bachelorhood. I want what every one else wants.”
“And what’s that?”
“To find one woman to love, to settle down with, build a family with.”
“That’s a nice dream,” I say softly, never taking my eyes off the road in front of me. Of course he wants a family of his own one day. Why would he want to be tied down with a mess of a girl and her child when he could have his picture perfect life?
“Do you have a similar dream?”
A year ago I
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