Callie shook her head. "Fine." She had a feeling that this was a very bad idea.
Eleven
Logan beamed as he opened the garage door to reveal his vintage convertible. It was a beautifully sculpted piece of machinery, bright red, low to the ground, the top already down. It was totally impractical like almost everything else he owned.
"Do you really think we should be taking that car?” Callie asked.
“This isn’t just a car,” Logan said. “This is a 1957 Corvette. It is perfect. What better way is there to spend your hard earned vacation time than in the finest car ever made?”
"Will it even make it to New Hampshire and back?" Callie asked.
"I just worked on it last week. It's in the best condition it's ever been. The tires are brand new,” he said.
“They’re whitewalls,” Callie said. “I don’t think they’ve made those since before we were born.”
“They’re rare,” Logan said.
"If I get stuck in the middle of nowhere," I'm blaming you," Callie said.
"You won’t,” Logan said.
"Which one? Get stuck or blame you for it?"
"We'll see," Logan said as he walked over to the car and climbed inside.
"We better not," Callie said, climbing into the seat next to him.#p#分页标题#e#
Why she had agreed to this arrangement, she didn't know. Her job had been simple: keep Logan away from trouble and out of the headlines until Hank passed his legislation. Now, instead of doing her job, she was risking involving Logan in a completely unrelated scandal. As the wind blew through her hair, she told herself that it was the lesser of two evils. Either she could have left him alone in Newport and hoped he didn't do anything, or she could bring him with her to New Hampshire. At least in New Hampshire, she would be able to keep an eye on him. Besides, she doubted she could have gotten him to change his mind. She just wasn't sure if his intransigence was amusing or irritating.
The way Logan drummed on the steering wheel as he listened to the radio was a different story. It was beyond irritating. Here he was, insisting on driving her up along the coast on a more scenic drive, winding along the sun-drenched roads, and he was ruining it all by tapping his damn fingers incessantly on the steering wheel. It was loud enough that Callie could hear it over the sound of the wind. Eventually she reached out and placed her hand on his wrist. "No more drumming," she said. "I'm begging you."
Logan wrapped his fingers around the wheel and smiled sheepishly. "I didn't even know I was doing that. I'm sorry. Sometimes I get lost in thought, and I just go on autopilot."
"Do you drum and drive often?" Callie leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. The sun was warm on her face, and she couldn’t help but admit to herself that the drive, without the finger-tapping was relaxing.
"I don't know, probably,” Logan said. “I don't even notice that I'm doing it. I just like to be in motion. It helps me think."
"And what are you thinking about?" Callie asked.
Logan hesitated for a moment before he responded. It was long enough for Callie to wonder if he was thinking about her, long enough to wonder if he had been thinking about that kiss, too. She thought about the way his lips had tasted. She thought about how firm his touch had been and the thrill she had felt as she had melted into his kiss. If Logan were thinking about that kiss, she couldn't blame him for struggling to think of anything else.
Finally, Logan cleared his throat and said, "I'm thinking about what I want to do next."
"Another microbrewery?"
"Yeah, sure, I guess," Logan said. Quickly, he changed the topic of conversation, "Thank you, Callie."
"For what?"
"For letting me make this trip with you. I know I didn't give you much of a choice, but it's good to get out of Newport for a while. Sometimes, going back and forth between the bar and the yacht, I feel like I'm living in a bubble. It's good to be outside of it, even if it's only for a weekend.”
"You're welcome," Callie said, “but it better not be the whole weekend.” She wanted to tell Logan to stop being nice to her. He was supposed to be a jerk, and that by being considerate and thoughtful and anything other than lecherous he made her feel terrible about lying to him. She wondered how she could make it through the trip without admitting to him why she had come to Newport in the first place.
"So, Callie, have you ever fooled around in a speeding convertible?" Logan asked with a grin.
There we go, Callie thought, back to normal. Maybe she would survive this trip after all. If Logan annoyed the hell out of her, maybe she'd be able to resist the rare moments when he was charming.