So this was going to be an interesting day.
Once she reached the car, she finally let herself look over her shoulder and, sure enough, Logan was right there. Had he been that close to her the entire time? Who knew he could walk that silently?
Except he stopped when she stopped, mere inches away from her and right next to the driver's side door. "Did you change your mind about driving?" she asked.
Logan bent forward and Julie held her breath. Was he going to kiss her? She knew that he'd be looking for a woman soon, but he needed to know that she was off limits. It would help if she could tell him that she was off limits, but for some stupid reason, her mouth didn't seem capable of speech at the moment.
Logan didn't kiss her. Instead he just leaned in close and... smelled her? Before she could question it too much, he leaned back and headed around to the passenger's side.
Julie stood there for a moment, trying to regroup. Okay. She'd only been around Logan for two minutes and already she was messing things up. Damn it. She needed to get a hold of herself. After she'd cleared her head, she climbed into the driver's seat as Logan was adjusting his seat by setting it as far back as possible to accommodate his long legs. She'd known he was going to be tall, but Julie was still rather surprised by how wide he was. And not a fat wide. His shoulders took up well over the width of the seat.
Apparently he had spent more than his fair share of his time in the prison gym. It was funny that she'd spent so much time with Logan's family but he seemed so... alien from them. Like there was a feral quality that made everything about him a tad unpredictable.
Which was a pain in the ass since she kind of needed things to be predictable. "You should buckle up. It's against the law for the front seat passenger to be unbuckled in the state of California."
Logan grimaced, but he did pull the belt over and down, clipping it into place. "From a cell to tied down."
"You can roll down the window if it will make you feel more like a free man."
He looked over and scowled at her. "Was that a joke?"
She shrugged. "I'm not laughing."
He rested his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. "Can we just leave?"
"Of course." With that, she started the car. The drive from the prison was secluded. She supposed not a lot of housing developments would be interested in the land so close to the barbed wire fences. The car was awkwardly silent as they continued down the road and onto the freeway. It was a fifteen minute drive from where they were to the burger place and Julie hadn't expected Logan to be a chatter box.
For one, he was a guy and secondly, he was a Farrell. Neither good signs for his ability to open up about his feelings.
In all honesty, she enjoyed the quiet. Even though she'd done her fair share of listening to client problems, she wasn't a therapist. If Logan had opened up about how happy or scared he was to be out of prison, she wouldn't know where to start. But she could locate the best burgers in the state and she was more than happy to take Logan there.
"The car has satellite radio. Feel free to flip through the stations. I'm not really sure if you have a favorite genre..."
Logan looked skeptically at the touch screen controls. Probably the first time he'd seen such an advanced control monitor in a car. "Satellite radio? What the hell is that?"
Good question. "I think it has less commercials than normal. More diverse content or something. I don't know. All I know is that it's free with the rental."
He glanced around the leather interior of the SUV and opened the glove box and started to flip through the manual. "Why the rental?"
Julie shrugged. "I figured you'd want to be picked up in something nice."
"You wanted to keep the ex-con out of your own car?"
"Are you really an ex-con if you were innocent?"
"Yes," he said simply.
Whelp. There was no fighting that. "I rented a car because I don't own one. I live in New York City and I can't afford to store one anywhere."
"Who the hell are you?"
"My name is Julie Anne. I'm a PR specialist and I'm here to work with your re-entrance into society to make sure everything goes smoothly."
"You're my babysitter."
Her hands tightened on the wheel as she tried to think of the best way to phrase this. "Not a babysitter. More like a gatekeeper. I'll allow you to do anything you want to do, I am just here to make sure you do it the right way."
"Anything I want?"
"Anything."
"What if it's against the law?"
"Then I'll make sure you're smart about it."
"What if it's you I want?"
~~End of Sneak Peek~~
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