Free Dreaming of You by Ethan Day

he feels something too.”
     
    “I raised my children to be compassionate with others. Logan was a success. Sadie, on the other hand… Well, let’s just say I should have beaten her more as a child.”
     
    “Beaten who?” Logan asked, coming around the corner.
     
    “Never you mind.” Emiline got up out of her seat. “Well, shall we have lunch?”
     
    We moved into the dining room and ate cucumber sandwiches, some type of cold dill-potato soup, and iced tea. I hate cucumbers, but I ate the whole sandwich, smiling my way through it. Emiline asked a lot of questions about my family, and Nathan’s and my restaurant, my life at home. She also talked a little about Logan’s father, whose name was Jackson. She didn’t say so, but I kind of assumed Jackson Price had been from old money. She referred to him as Jacks, as if plain old Jack wasn’t special enough.
     
    After lunch, she took me on the tour as promised, while Logan went to get one of the cars out. Emiline and I met back up with him on the front porch. There was a red MGB convertible sitting in the driveway.
     
    “Oh my God.” My mouth fell open looking at it. “I loved these when I was little. It was my dream car. We used to play that game where you folded up the piece of paper and wrote names of cars and girls and the number of kids you would have. You know, your fingers slid under the paper, and you opened them up, revealing whom, what, and where. How your life would turn out.”
     
    “How sweet,” Emiline said.
     
    “I always ended up with the MG.”
     
    “You’re so weird.” Logan gave me his “you’re quite the nut” look.
     
    “Guess you had to be there.”
     
    “Thank you, Momma.” Logan leaned over and gave Emiline a sweet peck on the cheek.
     
    “It was very nice meeting you,” I called out as Logan began to yank me down the steps. “Maybe I could take the two of you out to dinner sometime this week?”
     
    “I look forward to it, I must say. My son has excellent taste.”
     
    I smiled at her as Logan opened the car door for me. I slid into the seat and felt like a little kid in the tiny car. My dad had an MGB when I was very young, although I couldn’t seem to remember what had happened to it. I pulled on my seat belt and watched as he got in and started the engine. It was so bizarre to me how open Logan was about all aspects of his life with his mother. I couldn’t imagine bringing a man home with me to meet my parents.
     
    “Careful now!” She waved from the porch as we pulled out of the driveway onto the street.
     
    Logan turned a corner and looked over at me as I cleaned the spots off my sunglasses with my shirt. “She likes you.”
     
    “Well.” I placed the glasses on with a smirk. “I should be mad as hell at you for ambushing me that way.”
     
    “Hmmm.” He slowed, coming to a stop sign. “You can spank me later if you want to; I deserve it.”
     
    “You wish,” I said, laughing. “You’ll be lucky to get so much as a kiss later, let alone a spanking.”
     
    “Big talker, huh?” He reached over and slowly ran a finger up my leg. “Something tells me I’ll get much more than a kiss tonight.”
     
    Cocky little bastard . I wish I could say he wasn’t right, but damned if he was. I couldn’t wait to feel his hands on my body, his mouth covering mine. As we drove through the residential neighborhoods, passing the large plantation-like houses, I wondered momentarily where he was taking me. I realized I didn’t give a damn where we were going. I was content merely to be with him. It both elated and frightened the hell out of me at the same time. I looked over at him, watched his face until a smile spread across it.
     
    “What?” he asked.
     
    “Nothing, I’m just lookin’ at ya.”
     
    He spun the steering wheel, whipped around a corner. “Well, that’s not fair. I’m not allowed the same luxury.”
     
    “You can check yourself out in the rearview.” I reached over, rested my