Chapter 290
Chapter 290 Last Minute ns
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The forest’s lingering scent still clung to me as I made my way back home. My feet moved over
the familiar asphalt path, my mind still reying the events of the day.
The feeling of freedom and serenity from my hike, followed by the shock of the attempted
mugging and then the mysterious young man’s timely intervention, made for an interesting
concoction of experiences that day. I was a bit roughed up after the experience, but also
intrigued.
As I returned to the hustle and bustle of the city, the familiar sounds were almost a relief after
my experience in the quiet woods. I imagined Moana scolding me for not bringing my pepper
spray, and my father having a full-blown mental breakdown over it.
It was things like these that I decided to keep from my parents. Not because I wanted to hide
anything, but because I didn’t want them to worry. If they knew about half of the dangerous
things I dealt with in this city, they would be at my doorstep in an instant, demanding me to
come home.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking my reverie. I fumbled for it, flipping it open to see
Logan’s name on the disy. I hesitated, but then swiped to answer anyway.
“E, Logan’s voice greeted, sounding unusually hesitant. “Did you see my note?”
I sighed, shifting my handbag to my other shoulder. “Yes, considering the fact that it was right
out on my kitchen counter. It was a bit hard to miss.”
“Well?” he asked, somewhat expectantly. “Are you still mad at me?”
I sighed, pausing at an intersection while I waited for the light to change. All around me, the sound of
cars and people filled my senses. Somewhere nearby, I could smell the fragrant aroma of a food truck,
and I suddenly felt my stomach grumbling at the thought of something cheap and greasy to eat.
“I was never mad at you, Logan,” I muttered, stepping out into the street along with a group of other
pedestrians as the light changed.
“What were you, then?” he asked. “Because you certainly seemed mad when you bared your fangs like
that.”
I winced a bit at the mention, thinking back on. my encounter in the woods. “Okay, maybe I was a little
mad,” I said. “Next time, when I tell you not to kiss me, I mean it.”
“Of course.” Logan sounded remorseful. Genuinely remorseful. It was a little surprising. “Well, I’m sorry,
E. Forgive me?”
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The sound of his rueful voice made me soften a bit. As I stepped into line for that food truck, I nodded,
forgetting momentarily that he couldn’t see me from the other end of the phone. “I forgive you,” I
answered. “For now.”
There was a small chuckle on the other end. “Good.”
“Was there another reason why you called me on a Saturday afternoon?” I asked, handing the vendor
my cash in exchange for a steaming hot empanada.
I heard a sigh on the other end of the phone. “Yes, actually,” he said. “Look, I don’t know how to break
this to you, but there’s an event tonight. A restaurant owned by one of my father’s business partners.
You and I need to be there.”
“Again? Already?” I groaned. The previous event still lingered in my memory, a potent cocktail of
awkwardness and tension and rude questions.
Logan’s voice held a touch of humor to it. “It won’t be likest time, promise. There’ll be live music,
dancing… a muchrger crowd.”
I could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he added, “Maybe you can grace everyone with those
incredible dancing skills of yours again?”
I couldn’t help the face I made, even though he couldn’t see it. Last night’s memories of the two of us
dancing in my living room made me cringe, although I couldn’t deny the red tint that came to my
cheeks.
“You’re treading on thin ice, Logan.” His chuckle deepened. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I swear, I only
found out about the event this morning. Hence the short notice.”
I stopped walking, taking a moment to process this. “You expect me to get ready for a major event in,” I
checked my watch, “less than two hours?”
Logan’s voice softened. “I’ll make it up to you. Whatever you want.”
“You’re lucky I’m a woman of my word,” I muttered around a mouthful of empanada, already thinking
about my wardrobe options for that evening. “But in exchange, I fully expect a free pass out of the next
last-minute event.”
“Now, now,” Logan chided, and I could hear his smile through the phone. “That’s a bit much to ask. You
are supposed to be my girlfriend, after all. Fake or not…”
“I know, I know,” I replied. “I was just joking. I’ll see youter.” He sounded relieved. “Thank you, E.
I’ll be there at eight.”
“You’d better be,” I replied, trying to sound stern but unable to keep the hint of a smile from my voice.
“And Logan?”
“Yes?”
“I really did have an enjoyable night with you.st night. Before…”
There was a tense pause on his end. “Understood. See you soon.”
Hanging up, I quickened my pace, my heels clicking rhythmically on the pavement. The
apartment building loomed ahead, and as I entered, the cool air enveloped me, instantly.
bringing relief.
Riding the elevator to my floor, I began mentally preparing for the evening. My reflection in the
lift’s mirror showed tired eyes, a product of the day’s events, and the previous night’sck of
sleep, thanks to an intoxicated Logan on my couch. A shower would help.
As the hot water cascaded over me, I tried to push away my reservations about the evening..
Logan was trying, in his own way, and as much as I wanted to tell him to screw off and that I
would most certainly not be attending any events with him today, I knew that we had an
arrangement. If I expected him to hold up his end of the bargain, then I had to do the same.
Toweling off, I stared at my wardrobe, finally deciding on the first dress that I had bought with
Logan, the emerald one with beads around the waist.
It was modest, but the color brought out my eyes. I slipped it on, pairing it with matching heels.
My hair, normally restrained, was let down, cascading in soft waves over my shoulders.
By the time I had finished my makeup and added a delicate silver ne, it was nearly eight.
Perfect timing, I thought to myself as I heard a knock on my door. Taking a deep breath, I
opened it to see Logan, looking dapper in a tailored suit.
I hated to admit it, but he looked… incredibly handsome. His dark hair was neatlybed to the
side, and his facial hair was perfectly trimmed, leaving a soft shadow on his jaw that made him
look masculine yet put together.
His suit, all ck even down to the tie, was perfectly tailored to fit his body. He stood with one
hand in his pocket, and the other holding something. A box. “Wow,” he whispered, his eyes
widening. “You look… amazing.”
I raised an eyebrow, using the sarcastic gesture as a means to hide the blush that threatened to
creep into my cheeks. “Only took me two hours,” I murmured, my eyes flickering down to the
box. “What’s that?”
His smile was sheepish as he held it out to me. “Just a little something,” he said. I tentatively
took the box, opening it to reveal a delicate silver ne. My eyes widened slightly upon
seeing the beautiful opal that was set in the pendant. “For me?” I asked.
Logan nodded, his smile growing. He reached into the box and gestured for me to turn around
with one finger, which I did. I lifted my blonde waves off of my shoulders to allow him to sp
the ne around my neck. As he did, I felt the close proximity between us, and so did my
wolf. His scent was almost overwhelming.
“Ready to go?” he asked once he was finished. His voice was low and husky, and when I turned
back around, I saw that his cheeks were red, probably as red as mine..
I nodded, grabbing a small clutch purse and slipping out the door with him. The night awaited.