Never Look Back (Redemption Hills 3)

“I can’t find my phone.” She hiccupped.

Logan shook his head. “You’re fired, Gretchen. Totally, completely fired.”

“Fired? Not even close, young man. Just a smidgeon tipsy, is what I am.” She pinched her fingers together.

I pressed against his chest. “We should take her home.”

The bubble had burst.

My lips burned and my spirit singed.

In the glaring light, it was very, very apparent this was a horrible idea.

I’d let myself get lost. Allowed myself to forget.

And that was the most dangerous place I could be.

Logan sighed in their direction. “Cock blockers.”

He helped me to my feet.

I swayed to the side, and Logan steadied me. “Are you okay?”

So definitely not okay.

I gave him a shaky nod.

He led me back into the main room, and he kept his fingers threaded through mine as we told everyone goodnight.

Eden, Salem, and Tessa hugged me forever. They told me how great it was that I was there. How we were all going to have so much fun together.

I fought the welling of emotion that burned at the back of my eyes.

This was what happened when you got careless. When you touched upon things you couldn’t have.

Window shopping for what you could never afford only made you long for the unattainable.

The whole time, I tried not to stumble through the lust that still smoldered between Logan and me. The way his fingers twitched, and I could feel the desire vibrating beneath his skin.

When we stepped outside, snow was flitting from the sky.

I lifted my face, welcomed the cold, and hoped it could put out this fire.

Logan helped a stumbling Gretchen across the street. She cracked up about every three steps.

I tried to climb into the backseat, and she pushed me away. “Pssh, get your cute butt in that front seat next to your man where you belong.”

She flung herself into the back and let out a huge sigh as if it’d been the longest day of her life.

Warily, I climbed into the front as Logan did the same.

We both shut our doors, and he started the deep, rumbling engine.

Nope.

There was no dousing this fire. There were only flames.

The tension was so thick, I couldn’t breathe as he drove through the sleeping city streets.