Logan shrugged and began playing with her hair. “That’s up to you.”
“In what way?”
“In every way,” he said.
He smelled wonderful. Masculine. Like… well, like Logan.
“I think you know where I stand,” he said. “At least by now you should. And if you’re done resisting my many charms,” he chuckled, “I’m through pretending as well.”
Kara nuzzled him. “Pretending what?”
“Pretending we don’t still love each other.”
The words hung out there for second or two as Kara turned them over in her mind. She allowed herself to be comforted by his breathing. His heart, beating just beneath her cheek. The steady thrum of the car as it continued down the road.
“Maybe this is our time,” he went on. “Last time… well, we were just kids.”
“I was a kid,” she murmured. “Nineteen, anyway. You were an adult.”
“A kid at heart though,” said Logan.
“Immature,” Kara agreed. “Juvenile.”
“I’m still Juvenile.”
She laughed. “No argument there.”
They rode on for a little while, melding against one other. Logan’s arms were around her now. They made her feel safe and secure.
“What do you think?” he asked casually. “Maybe we give it another shot?”
Kara’s mind had quieted. There were no voices, no snarky advisements for her this time. If she spoke at all, whatever was said would be coming from her heart.
“What about last night?” she asked, a little hesitantly.
Logan shrugged without missing a beat. “Last night was last night.”
It certainly was, thought Kara.
“Besides, I don’t think you really love him.” He curled a lock of her hair around one big finger before continuing. “Do you?”
She thought about it for a moment. Examined the question from all angles.
“As a friend I do,” she said finally. It was a good answer. An honest answer. “But with Jeremy, I’m afraid that’s all it’ll ever be.”
A silence settled over them again, broken only by the rhythmic bump of imperfections in the road. A minute passed. Two. She started wondering if maybe he drifted off to sleep.
“Well if you’re that obsessed with me I guess we could see what happens,” she sighed in answer. “After all, you went through all this trouble to get yourself put on this assignment with me.”
Logan’s chest rose and fell in a deep chuckle. “You wish.”
“I know,” smiled Kara.
In truth she didn’t know. But she suspected. And her suspicions lay not with Logan, but with Xiomara.
Did she put us together on purpose? Kara thought so. And beyond that, an even more complex idea: that maybe, just maybe, her assignment had been a sort of apology for what had happened years ago… when Jeremy had been torn so quickly and crudely from her arms.
Putting her here, wedged between two ex lovers. Forcing her to decide. Giving her the opportunity to reconnect if she wanted to, and to move on if she didn’t…