Free The Fine Line by Alicia Kobishop Page B

the hundredth time.  “Carter would’ve seen it eventually.” 
    He remained silent, waiting for me to continue.
    I looked down at the floor.  “Someone my mom dated for a few years considered it a good bonding experience to have me watch him work on his car.  It happens to be the same model as that one.”  I pointed to the car Carter was working on.  Logan waited for me to continue.  I shrugged.  “Let’s just say he ended up leaving us for a newer model.” 
    His eyes narrowed.  “What an ass.”
    “It is what it is.  Nothing’s forever.”
    Studying me, he leaned against the tool chest, crossing his arms and nodding slightly.  “Yeah.  I guess you’re right.  That’s why it’s important to live in the moment.” 
    I smiled.  “Life is for living, right?  No regrets.”
    “No regrets,” he repeated.
    We were silent for the next moment.  I looked over at the grey canvas-covered Nova.  “Hey, Logan?”
    “Yeah?”
    “You know you have a pretty awesome car under there right?”  I said, pointing to the canvas cover. 
    “Yeah, I guess it is.”  He looked at the covered car, then at me with a hint of anxiety behind those beautiful hazel eyes.
    “What if today is the day you take the cover off and start fixing her up?”
    He took his eyes off me to look at the Nova and stared at it intently for a moment.  “I don’t know, Liv.”
    “Come on,” I said, taking his greasy hand, walking him over to the car.  “A car like this is not meant to sit under a cover.  Listen, she’s calling to you!  ‘Logan, fix me.  Drive me.  Fix me, please!’  How can you say no to that?”
    He chuckled.  “I can’t tonight, I’ve got to help the guys…”
    “We’re good, man!” called James.  “Just finishing up.”
    “Yeah, we’ve got it covered, Logan,” Jimbo chimed in.
    They must’ve overheard our conversation.  I sat down in the swivel chair and twirled myself around.  When I stopped, I was facing the John Wayne movie poster.  Logan sat beside me on top of the desk.  He looked at the poster, then at the car.  His eyes stayed glued on the covered car for several moments. 
    I leaned over and placed my hand on top of his.  “There’s no better time than now,” I said, giving him an encouraging smile.
    With apprehension mixed with warmth in his eyes, he looked at me. Forcing the corners of his mouth up, he shook his head and took a breath in.  He slid off the desk and stepped to the car then began removing the cover.  After it was completely off, he placed it on the floor next to the desk, leaned against the desktop, and crossed his arms, staring at the Nova.
    With a peaceful grin, he eyed me with an expression that was as though an enormous weight had been lifted off his shoulders.  “I’m going to have to start ordering parts.”  His smiled widened.  “You know what that means, right?”
    It meant he would need money for parts…which meant…“More racing?”
    “More racing.”
    “Logan…” Oh crap, what have I done? “Are you sure that’s a good idea?  Isn’t there a better way?” 
    “Other ways?  Yes.  A better way?  Not really.”  He was amused now. 
    I hated the thought of him putting himself at risk.  “Just be careful, okay?”
    He grabbed the arm of the chair and swiveled me to face him.  “I’m always careful, Liv.”  Then, with a gleam in his eye, he grabbed both arms of the chair, rolled me closer and quickly kissed my forehead.  A chuckle escaped him as he let go of my chair, took a few steps to the Nova, and lifted the hood.
     
     
    Chapter Ten
     
     
    Women lusted after Logan wherever he went, and although he toned it down a bit when I was nearby, he was a natural-born flirt.  I had accompanied him and Gavin to several more races and although Logan always insisted I be the flag girl, he had no problems mingling with his admirers before and after the races.
    As he flirted with a group of three women, I stood near Gavin