LoganI could barely focus on the objects around me, my mind still echoing with the remnants of the day, but it was the mask in my hand, the last piece of evidence from the fight in the empty warehouse, that rang the loudest.“Garrett, was there really nothing else?” I asked, my voice terse as I tried to suppress the rising anxiety inside of me.
EllaThe crisp air bit at my cheeks as I walked the familiar route to work on Monday morning. The city, with its towering buildings and crowded streets, was awake and buzzing with the day’s promise.I felt well-rested after my exciting weekend, and ready to tackle whatever else came my way. Even though memories of what had transpired at the wedding shower and what-ifs about the potential meet
EllaThe day had taken a sudden turn, and the collision with Logan was something I didn’t see coming. He was the last person I wanted to meet after our passionate—and very much accidental—encounter at the party over the weekend, but there he was, looking as unbothered as ever.“Logan?” My voice betrayed my surprise. “What the hell are you doing here?”
EllaThe light filtered into the offices as I walked into the open floor plan, and I felt like I was walking into a den of wolves. My coworkers had that shifty, guilty look on their faces that I had become all too familiar with recently. I already knew why.From the corners of my eyes, I noticed heads quickly swivel back to their desks, computer screens blinking to life as if they had been hard at
Ella“Well,” I said, offering my colleague a warm smile. “How about we go together?”As I made the suggestion to Sarah, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Lunch, together?” she echoed, a touch of incredulity in her voice.
EllaWith my evening of pizza and true crime shows having been abruptly shattered by Logan’s obnoxious honking outside, I sighed and leaned on the balcony railing. There he was, sitting in his red convertible with a sheepish grin on his face.“Wanna go for a joyride?” he called up to me, the grin on his face only widening even more.
EllaWe settled into the hard plastic seats, the cacophony of engines and crowd noise enveloping us like a heavy blanket. Even from our spot, I could see the intensity on the drivers’ faces, their concentration palpable even from a distance.There was something both exciting and terrifying about it; and something addictive, I was sure of it. This was a place for adrenaline junkies, for people
LoganIt was supposed to be simple—a night out at the racetrack, full of life, energy, and maybe, just maybe, the softening of Ella’s guarded heart toward me.The air was warm, filled with the scent of gasoline and grilled meats, as I wandered through the maze of food vendors. I was in a good mood, an incredibly rare feeling for me. Ella seemed to be enjoying herself, and that made me t