Chapter 148

Nadine 

Oh goodness, I've made him mad. The way his hand is tightly clenched on the steering wheel, his knuckles white, and his face set in a tense, unreadable expression-it's clear I've struck a nerve. 

"Logan," I say softly, reaching out to take his free hand in mine. His other hand remains firm on the wheel. "Did I say something wrong?" 

He doesn't answer. Instead, he starts the car. 

He rolls up the window now that the scent of our earlier escapade is gone, and he switches on the air conditioning. 

I glance over at him, desperate for some hint of what's going through his mind. He keeps driving, and I begin to feel uneasy. 

I've asked him several times where we're going, but he refuses to tell me, keeping me in suspense. 

Even so, he doesn't pull his hand away from mine. And I absentmindedly trace circles on his skin with my thumb. 

"Logan," I say again. "What is it? Please ta