“Anything you want to say to me?” Logan’s low drawl and self-satisfied smile stretched out between us.
“Your truck could use an upgrade.” I smiled at him.
He shook his head. “I’m working on it, but this bet is proving much more difficult than I first imagined.”
“Hmm, that’s weird. I’m having no issues at all, and I find you perfectly annoying.”
He snorted. “You’re kind of mean tonight.”
“So, do your other girls just fall all over you for the whole week you date them?” A slight flinch to his body had the visual effect of him taking a hit, though he recovered quickly.
“Something like that. But they say thank you when I pick them up early, and they reserve their murderous intent for when I end it.”
I pasted a smile on my face. “I’m sorry I doubted your ability to tell time.”
“Aww, that’s sweet.”
We drove in semi-awkward silence. Though I had said the apologetic words, we both knew it wasn’t an apology. The thought made me feel hollow inside, even though I didn’t want to feel bad. I wanted the throbbing in my back to go away, and then maybe I could concentrate on a more well-crafted apology. I should have taken some over-the-counter drugs, but I hadn’t thought I needed them.
Poor Logan. I think I needed them.
We pulled up to The Sassy Heifer, both of us sighing audibly with relief to be done with the car ride. The place was busy on a Saturday night. Logan drove around, looking for a spot in the overflow gravel parking lot. I had hunched over, trying to stretch my back once again, when a shiny, red Mazda caught my eye.
“Stop.”
Logan jerked visibly at my outburst, immediately pressing on the brakes. “What?”
“That’s Tyler’s car.”
He leaned closer to me while he squinted out the window. “Which one?”
“The red Mazda.”
He narrowed in on me. “You were going to marry a guy who drives a Mazda?”
“Shut up.”
“Are you sure that’s his?”
“Yes, there’s a Ragnar sticker on the back of it.”
“What’s a Ragnar?”
“It’s a big 200-mile relay race with teams. We ran one a couple years ago.”
He looked at me in disbelief for a couple seconds before shaking his head. “Who are you people?”
I stared at the Mazda. I really didn’t think I could handle seeing him and his fiancée out on a date tonight. I’d have to play nice, and I was not in the mood to play nice.
“I don’t want to go in there.”
He stared back at the restaurant. “Okayyy.”
We pulled back out onto Main Street with Logan leaning forward, peering from side to side and telling me food options as he spotted them.
“Fast food, fast food, pizza. Alright, I’m going to interject. Let’s not do pizza tonight. I’ve had too much pizza in my life, period, but especially lately. Can we not?”
“No pizza, period,” I mimicked before I tensed.
