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“Right. Good idea.” I let my head fall back on the cool brick, feeding my greedy lungs gulps of air.
Once he hangs up, he eyes me suspiciously. “What’s so funny?”
I huff strands of hair off my forehead before tugging the frilly lace beneath his chin, and he lolls his head my way. “Kind of feels like we’re kids again.”
Our faces are close enough that I could press my lips to his if I wanted to, and boy, do I suddenly want to.
“It does, doesn’t it?”
I can’t help admiring the inherent strength in his handsome face or those full, sensual lips bordering on the verge of amusement.
“Mmm, I remember that look,” he says smoothly, tauntingly—and my heart leaps for my throat when, inch by agonizing inch, he closes the gap. “You’re about to kiss me, aren’t you, sunshine?”
My lashes flutter when his chuckle sweeps through them.
I am. I really fucking am.
He flicks a glance over my head, down the alleyway, and unabashed depravity transforms his face when he breathes, “You better be quick.”
“There they are!” Relentless in their pursuit, the officer’s heavy footfalls echo off the walls.
I groan, preparing to run. “Persistent much?”
Logan’s fingers thread through mine, steady and strong. “Ready?”
“Right behind you.”
We burst through the exit, ditching our scarves as we take off for the intersection, and traffic comes to a screeching halt when Javier fishtails around the corner, partially blocking two lanes.
A cacophony of honking surrounds us, followed by angry shouts and shaking fists.
Javier rolls down the window, brows jumping toward his hairline, but Logan holds up a hand, cutting him off. “No time for questions.”
He yanks the back door open, all but shoving me inside, and then slides in after me.
“Hello, Javier,” I say cheerily, greeting him through the dividing window as if we’re old pals, and not holding up multiple lanes of traffic while on the run from the authorities.
His mustache twitches with humor. “Miss Penelope. A pleasure to see you, as always.”
“Let’s get this fucking show on the road here, shall we?” Logan urges.
“Your seatbelt, sir.”
Mumbling a rainbow of curse words, he clicks me in first, then himself. “Happy? Let’s go.”
With a satisfied smile, Javier cranks the wheel and punches the gas, leaving the chaos of the market behind.
“Shit.” I slump back against the seat when I realize the bag I was carrying is gone. “I left the food.”
“I’ll replenish what was lost, don’t worry,” Logan assures me without hesitation, and I stare at him, surprised.
He doesn’t know those kids—never even knew the group home existed until just a few minutes ago—yet he’s willing to provide for them?
Heart, meet flutters.
After Logan instructs Javier to take us to Anchorage Harbor, the center window swiftly snicks shut, enveloping us in privacy. The road noise is barely a hum as we pick up speed.
“Thank you,” I say, melting into the leather seat beside him. I close my eyes while my heart beats through the last tingling drops of adrenaline. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
