Page 74 of Real Good Love
“You wanna see under the hood?” Logan asks.
“Hell yeah.” Boone crouches near the door and reaches inside for the hood release. Logan comes around the front and props it open.
“Holy shit. Look at that setup.”
I don’t know anything about anything when it comes to cars, but even I think all the shiny metal looks impressive.
Logan runs down the entire list ofwhat makes this car badass, but it all goes right over my head. Apparently Boone doesn’t have that problem, because he’s nodding and grinning.
“It’s gonna take all the restraint I’ve got not to take her to the track and race for pinks like I used to.”
Logan gives him a hard look. “If you’re gonna take that chance, I want first dibs.”
Boone holds out his hand. “Thank you, man. This is truly a masterpiece.”
The press has been hanging back, snapping pictures, but when Boone waves them forward, I’m instantly behind a crowd of people.
As Logan answers questions, his commanding confidence is sexy as hell. I cross my arms, content to watch him in his element.
The press has already heard about the destruction of the shop, and when they ask, Logan handles it like a pro.
“Despite the devastating loss, I’m already making plans to rebuild. I think from Boone’s reaction, it’s clear that I need to get my new temporary location up and running as quickly as possible. We’ll be able to handle all projects coming our way.”
“So, does Boone get to keep you with the car?”
Someone with a drawl more pronounced than Logan’s steps up beside me. I look to the right and see a guy in a worn gray thermal, ripped jeans, and boots.
His question catches me off guard. “Uh, no.”
The man gives me a head-to-toe look, lingering on the predictable spots. “Might be better for him if he could. But then again, since he’s acommitted man,” he throws up air quotes around the last two words, “you’d just end up going home with me anyway.”
“I’m not sure who you think you are, but—”
He holds out a big hand. “Nashville recording artist Zane Frisco at your service, beautiful. And when I say at your service, I do mean it. You tell me when and where.” When I don’t reply, he asks, “And you are?”
“Not interested.”
His eyes widen just enough to let me know that’s not the usual reaction he gets. “Honey, you don’t realize who you’re talking to, do you?”
I straighten my shoulders and turn to face him. “It doesn’t really matter. You know why?” I point at Logan. “You see that guy? The one who built this badass car? He’s mine and I’m his. So all the flirting in the world isn’t going to be anything but a waste of your breath. I’m taken. Off the market. Well and truly not interested.”
“When you put it like that, it just makes you even more of a challenge. That kind of loyalty is hard to come by in a woman.”
I cross my arms. “That might be true, but that sounds like ayouproblem.” Glancing back toward Logan, I notice his gaze is on Zane Frisco and me.
“Sure you don’t want to make him jealous, beautiful?”
I look away from Logan and back to Zane. “Completely.”
Something lights in his gray eyes. “Well, maybe I do.” He reaches out an arm to wrap around my hips, but I spin out of his reach just as quickly.
“If you have an interest in preserving your ability to perform as anything but a soprano, I suggest you back off right now.”
Logan strides toward us. “Is there a problem here?”
Boone is right behind him, and I’m painfully aware of the clicks of the camera shutters now.
“No problem at all,” Zane says. “You’re a lucky man. If you’re a smart one too, you’ll put a ring on that woman’s finger so the whole world knows she’s taken.”
