Blake puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on Logan’s and presses us closer together. “Get one of these two, Riles.”
He steps around us and scoots past Riley so he can exit the cell. She snaps a photo of Logan and me before she steps backward and…
Shuts the cell door, leaving Logan and me inside alone.
Chapter Fourteen
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I say to Riley.
She just laughs as she puts Logan’s cell phone on my office desk. “You two need some quality time together, don’t you think?”
She and Blake turn and give each other a high five.
“Y’all fuckingplannedthis?” Logan reaches through the bars to grab the key from Blake, but he keeps his fist closed around it.
“Well, now you’re stuck.” Blake’s eyes brighten as he carefully places the key on my desk, right where I can see it but far out of my reach.
“Blake, get the fuck back here!” Logan shouts as Blake and Riley head for the liquor room door.
“Have fun, kids. Don’t let the ghost of Jane Austen scare you,” Riley calls back as she and Blake laugh and exit the room, closing the door behind them.
I curse and turn back to face Logan.
His whiskey eyes burn with irritation as he throws out one last insult at Blake.
Pushing my face against the prison bars, I look out at my desk. The chair is empty because of course I’m not sitting in it, but everything about my makeshift office looks so…tiny. And old. Almost like I could turn and walk away from it with my laptop in my arms and there would be nothing else of me I’d be leaving behind.
“Looks like we’re stuck in here until Ben or somebody comes by.” Logan’s slow drawl breaks my train of thought.
“True. Riley and Blake are just going to hightail it out of The Cowherd.” I shake my head. “So what do we do now?”
Logan takes a seat on the floor of the jail cell. “We wait.”
His long legs stretch out before him, and he suddenly looks more relaxed than he has all summer.
He pats the floor next to him. “Come on,” he says as he crosses his legs at the ankles and looks up at me.
I walk over and take a seat next to him on the concrete floor. “What a mess,” I say.
“No doubt. You and I are stuck behind bars together.”
At his words, last night’s dream abruptly floods my mind.
I inhale and try to erase from my thoughts the image of Logan and me naked inside this very cell.
But I can’t.
I can’t help sneaking a peek at him next to me. At his tight jeans, at what I know his chest looks like underneath that fitted green t-shirt, at his tanned skin…
His eyes burn into mine as we look at each other.
The ache between my legs is so intense…
I turn away from him and start riffling maniacally through my purse. I’m looking for something—anything—to distract me.
My diary peeks out from underneath my wallet. I grab it in relief and wave it in the air.
“How about I read another one of these entries to pass the time?”
