“Hey! I want my burrito.”
“We need to get on the road.”
She moved faster, then stopped. “Are you…are you baiting me?”
He turned and looked at her over his shoulder. “Maybe.”
She didn’t know if he was playing with her or not. And after last night…
This was the problem with him. With them. They were uneven. Trying to have a relationship with Logan was like walking on a rocky trail. Smooth for a while, an uphill battle, a deadly pothole that might send her plummeting to her doom…
A nice view.
She coughed.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Just fine.”
He got into the driver’s seat, and she hopped into the passenger side. “Burrito,” she said.
He threw the bag into her lap, and she unrolled the top and peered inside. There were two foil-wrapped burritos in there. “Are they the same?”
“One is sausage, one is vegetarian.”
“Which one is mine?”
“Both. I ate one already.”
“Oh.” She turned them until she saw writing on the foil in black marker, and selected the sausage.
He backed out of the motel parking lot and they started down the road, going over a big, painted-on logo for Route 66. They’d passed a few of them, but she had noted them each time.
She’d always wanted to do this. How weird to be doing it with Logan. And breakfast burritos.
“So, where are we going?” she asked once she’d gotten through half of her coffee.
“You’ll see.”
She rolled her eyes. “Really?”
“It’s a surprise, Sam.”
She laughed. “Um. Well, Logan, I used to like surprises, but after the last one, I’m on the fence.”
He laughed, and she wondered if maybe today would be an easy section of the trail.
She tried not to think about last night. It had been weird and fraught, and she was sort of embarrassed about…all of it. Jonathan. Dancing with him. Dancing with Logan. Sniping at Logan about any of it.
Thinking too much about the heat and musculature of Logan’s body.
She attacked her burrito with relish, mostly because it was an exceptional distraction.
“So you always drive side roads when you take the cars to their buyers?” she asked.
He nodded. “Yes. Honestly, some of these cars aren’t up to speed for freeway travel. They’re great, but I’m going to be in the slow lane the whole way with some of them. Plus, I prefer it. It keeps it from being a grind and turns it into a job perk. Like I said, I charge enough to build the extra time in.”
“It’s a great idea.”
