“I’ll get the seat wet.”
“I don’t give a damn about that. Get in.”
She climbed into the front seat of his truck and gratefully accepted the jacket he handed her. Until that moment, her rage had been keeping her warm, helping her ignore the cold rain. Now that she was inside, she was struggling not to shiver.
“It’s pissing down, getting darker by the minute, and you’re two miles out of town. I almost didn’t see you. How the hell did you get out here?”
“I was on a date.”
Logan hadn’t put the truck back in drive. Hadn’t bothered to start moving again. “A date?”
“With Bucky Largent. We got in a fight on the way home and I told him to let me out of the car. He did.”
“That fucking asshole.”
“Wasn’t raining at the time.”
“Doesn’t matter. He knows he left you out here. Did he come back?”
She lifted her hands in a silent duh. “Would I be sitting here if he had?”
“Guess that depends on how pissed off you were.”
“Not that damn mad.” She sighed. “You’re right. He’s a fucking asshole.”
“What happened?”
“We went to Cruisers together. I excused myself to go to the ladies’ room and when I came back, the jackass was kissing someone else. I told him to take me home. We got in a big fight on the way to town and I decided I’d rather walk home than spend one more second with the idiot. He stopped. I got out. He spun tires when he pulled away. Big dramatic scene. And now I feel like the idiot.”
“Didn’t realize the two of you were a thing.”
She shrugged. “We weren’t really. We’ve gone out to dinner a few of times. Gotten pizza and watched movies at my place once. Tonight was our fifth date. And our last.”
“I didn’t think you liked the guy.”
“When did I say that?” she asked.
“That day you were crying. When you told me that Missy kissed him.”
She laughed. “Jesus. I was thirteen, Logan.”
“Sounds like your first impression was the right one.”
Lacy couldn’t argue with that. “Yeah. I guess it was. Thanks for stopping.”
He looked at her incredulously. “As if I’d right drive past you.”
They chatted for a little while about the weather and a Christmas concert Ty’s Collective was going to play. It took her a few minutes to realize Logan wasn’t headed back into town.
“Where are we going?”
“Pit stop.” She didn’t question him. After all, he’d saved her from a very long, very wet walk home. It wasn’t until they turned onto the lane to Bucky’s house that she figured out what Logan intended.
“Uh, Logan?—”
He raised his hand to cut her off. “Won’t be a minute,” he said as he put the truck in park outside Bucky’s house.
Lacy watched as he got out of the vehicle, walked to the front door and knocked. The front porch light turned on as Bucky walked out. Though she couldn’t hear a word that was said, she could read the body language just fine. Clearly Logan was explaining a few things to Bucky, who still seemed to think he was in the right. The conversation ended when Logan punched Bucky in the stomach. Bucky didn’t bother to return the favor. Clever man just remained bent over at the waist as Logan walked away.