When he didn’t say anything back, I checked the screen and saw he’d ended the call.
“Well, that wasn’t nice.” Yes, I spoke to my car.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had one?” Logan asked, making me jump until I saw his reflection in the window of my car.
Spinning to face him, I crossed my arms over my chest. “What difference does it make? It’s environmentally conscious, and I’m afraid to have an electric car in case I forget to charge it. Do you know how many times I forget to charge my phone? What if I left a light on by mistake when I parked it? So I did the best I could and bought Ho-Baggins.”
“Ho-Baggins?”
Pointing at the object the argument was about—my car, a Prius called Ho-Baggins–I nodded once. “Yeah, because it suits him, and he gets a lot of attention, so he’s a ho.”
Rubbing his face with both hands, he glared at the car and then aimed the full force of it on me. “For the record, I don’t approve of your vehicle. Also, for the record, I will never refer to it as Ho-Baggins. And finally, let the record also note that no matter what color you got it in, it’s definitely not badass.”
Then, grabbing my hand, he gently pulled me into the building. Going from the heat outside into the air conditioning felt amazing, but I was also glad I’d worn a slightly padded bra. Hey, my nipples chose the life they lead, not me.
As we walked over a specific area, I had a vivid memory recall of the time I booped Logan on the nose and then knocked on his head and felt my cheeks start burning. Why must I do dumb shit like that?
Glancing over his shoulder, the grin Logan shot me showed he remembered it as well. “Think about it every day when I walk right here.”
Damn it. Could I not be remembered for something that wasn’t embarrassing?
Apparently not, because as we walked past the desks, the officers that could make a show of eating bananas did just that.
Figuring that keeping my head down would be a better option, I looked down at the floor, not realizing where I was going until Logan started speaking again.
“Okay, guys, she’s here. Mark’s going to take her statement while we do Hurst and Cole’s. Alejandro says he’ll deal with talking to the people y’all said witnessed it. We need to get every single detail of the incident, and then—”
“We’ve done this before, Richards,” DB interrupted, sounding amused. “But I get it—it’s different when it’s your woman.”
Pulling me next to him and putting his arm around me, I got to see the occupants of the room. DB, Hurst, Cole, and Mark all waved at me like nothing was going on.
Then, Logan said something that made my mind go blank.
“She’s not my woman, DB, she’s my everything. Nothing hurts her, nothing upsets her, nothing gets to her, and I’m going to make sure of it.”
Forgetting people were watching us, I grabbed the collar of his uniform and pulled him down so that his mouth was above mine. “I fucking love you.”
Unfortunately, with the hail of emotions from what’d just happened clashing with the feelings what he’d just said had brought forward for me, it came out loudly. So loud the desks closest to the door heard it, and it sounded aggressive, like a threat.
One day I’d have a memory from here that didn’t make me wake up in the middle of the night.
But today was not that day.
I wanted to kiss him properly, but I’d already embarrassed myself enough, so I kept it PG and pulled away quickly. It was only as I took a step back that I noticed the state of his uniform.
“Um, did you go pig wrestling?”
I’m not at all ashamed to admit I had a mental image of Logan rolling around in the mud naked as I asked it.
It was a fabulous fantasy, but the gruff tone of his voice when he replied told me it wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. “Something like that.”
Chapter Nineteen
Logan
I hadn’t gotten to say the words back to her yesterday, but Bexley needed to know she wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
When we’d gotten home last night, we’d had to finish packing up our bags to move into the motel while her floors were being done, and even though we didn’t have a lot of stuff, it’d still taken time.