Ella

I climbed out of the car, my legs a little wobbly from the experience of driving Logan’s race car for the first time. But despite my initial trepidation, it had actually been more fun than I had expected. A playful smirk tugged at my lips as I turned to face Logan then.

“You know, if you were planning to kill me out here, Logan,” I teased, “just remember that I beat you during our training session the other day. And you still owe me a tattoo, now that I ...