Chapter 8

“Do you mind if I ride with you?” Logan asked just above my ear as we stepped outside.

“Sure. Of course,” I said, already digging my keys out of my purse.

“Hey, guys,” Logan said to his friends. “I’m riding with Alyssa. I’ll meet you there.”

“Just don’t be too long,” Mason said with a sly smile.

“Shut the hell up,” Logan said as Mason laughed. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

“It wouldn’t take longer than a minute, anyway,” Mason joked, laughing as he headed toward their car.

Lathe punched him on the shoulder and muttered something about treating women with respect.

“This isn’t such a good idea,” I said, fumbling with my keys. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Just let me know where to meet you.”

Logan immediately placed his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look into his eyes.