“Yeah,” I say softly. “Worth it.”
“Now let’s get out of here before we get into a police chase,” he says, opening up his truck door for me.
“Sounds like a plan. I definitely don’t want to end up in the Riverbend police report.”
“Guess you’ve never been with a bad boy, huh?” he grins.
I swat his arm with a grin. “Oh, yeah, you’re so bad.”
“Keep talking like that, and you’re going to get it tonight,” he grins back.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
LOGAN
I wake up on the couch.
For a second, I don’t know where I am.
My eyes blink open slowly, head heavy, like my brain’s still catching up.
There’s an open bottle of wine on the coffee table.
The TV’s still on.
The Notebookis playing.
Of course it is. Since I made good on my promise to watch that with her last night when we got back.
I shift slightly—and that’s when I feel it.
Her.
Cassie’s curled up behind me, tucked against my back, one arm draped over my waist like it belongs there.
She’s fast asleep, breathing slow and steady.
I go still, because I don’t think she meant to fall asleep like this, given her weird complex about sleeping close to me.
And I definitely didn’t mean to let her. But here we are.
I glance down at her hand, resting against my stomach.
Something in my chest tightens.
I stare at the TV for a second longer—some dramatic scene playing out, music swelling like it’s the end of the world.
I don’t even know what part it is. I’m not watching that. I’m thinking about the field and the way she looked at me.
The way she saidwe never did anything like this.
I swallow, careful not to move.
Because if I do she might wake up.
And this—whatever undefined magic this is—might disappear.
So I’m going to savor it.
