Fight For It

Chapter 2

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Jenny looked up. Her headlights were shining on a tow truck that had backed in front of her car. How in the world did she miss that? She cracked her window and said, “Who are you?”

“I’m Logan Campbell. I have a tow truck here and I can tow you to my shop and fix your tire then get you on your way. Here’s my card,” he said as he slid a card through the slit in the window.

Jenny reached up and took the card, her warm fingers barely brushing against his cold ones. The shock that ran up her arm startled her, but she shook it off as a temperature difference. She couldn’t be attracted to a man she hadn’t even laid eyes on yet.

Jenny turned the card over and studied it. It was well designed, definitely professional. It read Campbell’s Custom Cars with his name under it along with an address and phone number.

With a shaky hand, because it really didn’t matter if he was lying, she was stranded and wouldn’t make it far if she had to run from him, Jenny pulled out her phone. She dialed the cell phone number listed on the card and heard a phone ring outside her car.

“Excuse me,” his smooth voice said through the c***k and he turned from her car to walk toward the front.

“Campbell,” he said into the phone.

Jenny instantly felt foolish, but she knew she had to test it. “Okay, I believe you. Thank you for stopping to help me.”

He turned to look at her from the front of the car. Her headlights highlighted his body, but she couldn’t make out his face. He was big, she could tell that. Definitely taller than she was, maybe by eight or ten inches. He was wearing a heavy coat against the cold, but still looked trim, although that could have been Jenny’s imagination. His knit hat covered his hair and a thick hood came up over top of that.

“Are you going to get out of the car?” he teased her through the phone. “I’m not allowed to tow you unless you get out.”

Jenny nodded even though she knew he couldn’t see her. She took a deep breath and hung up the phone, not bothering with formalities like saying goodbye. She took a quick picture of his card and texted it to Erika saying her car broke down and to call the police with the contact info of the guy on the card if Jenny ended up missing.

She wanted to pretend it wasn’t a big deal, but she knew it was better to be safe than sorry. She was a twenty-three year old woman alone at three in the morning with a strange man. She needed to make sure he wasn’t going to kidnap her.

Finally Jenny unlocked the doors and turned off her car. She opened the door and stepped out, finally meeting Logan’s eyes. And holy s**t what eyes they were.

Logan’s crystal gaze met hers and she instantly felt like the cold air had been replaced with the summer heat. Her body warmed from the inside out when she looked at him, from his sparkling blue eyes to his snow-tipped eyelashes. His nose had a hitch in it that made her wonder if it’d been broken, but it added to his appeal. His lips were soft and damp, like he’d just applied a fresh coat of Chapstick before he stepped out of the truck. His slanted smile reminded her of the look a movie star gives his leading lady right before he carries her off to bed.

And the heat pooling between her legs said she wouldn’t mind a bit if he did the same.

“I texted your contact information to my friend in case I end up missing.”

Jenny thought it would wipe the smile from his face, but instead it got bigger, and she sunk further. When he smiled his eyes lit up and his whole face came alive. “You’re a smart woman. But you’re not going to end up missing. You can trust me.”

And for some reason Jenny knew she could. He reached for her keys and she handed them over without hesitation. “Why don’t you sit in my truck? It’s warm.”

“Aren’t you worried I’m going to drive off?” Jenny asked. Her brows knitted together in concern. She’d never been so trusting as to let someone in her car, at least not a complete stranger.

Logan shook his head, “I trust you.”

Jenny narrowed her eyes at him which only made him laugh. She was wrong. If she thought his smile was beautiful it had nothing on his laugh. The sound echoed in the silence of the early morning and Jenny found herself smiling with him. She couldn’t help it, he was infectious.

And every word was making her tingle at the idea of being close to him for the next hour or so.

Logan took her hand and guided her over the soft shoulder to the passenger side of the truck. Jenny noticed the same logo and company name that were on his business card and felt her body relax the rest of the way. Something about Logan let her know he was exactly who he said, but Jenny wasn’t used to feeling so comfortable with someone after just meeting them.

The truck was higher than Jenny expected and Logan offered to help her get into it. His strong hands gripped her sides from behind and lifted her quickly and easily until her feet were even with the floorboard inside the truck. Jenny grabbed the ‘oh s**t’ handle just inside the door and steadied herself as best she could with his hands burning through her clothes. God what she would do to strip away their clothes and have his hands pressed against her n***d body.

Logan removed his hands and Jenny settled into the seat. She turned to look at him with the interior light shining on his face. He was even better looking than she thought when she was studying him outside. Her breath caught when he reached up and slid a strand of hair back from her face.

“I’ll be done in a few minutes and I’ll get you on your way as soon as I can.”

Jenny nodded and watched as Logan closed the door then retreated to the back of the truck again. She inhaled deeply as her body relaxed and her heartbeat picked up. The truck smelled like him. It overwhelmed her, filling her lungs and her body with Logan. She’d only gotten a hint of it outside in the fresh air, but closed in his truck… Jenny thought she might come right there.

She forced herself to look around the truck. It was clean, which surprised her. There wasn’t any trash or even dirt in the cab. It could have been straight from the dealership if it weren’t for the intoxicating aroma of musk, heat, and hot as hell man.

“It’s definitely been too long since I’ve gotten laid,” Jenny muttered to herself. She and Matt had been dating for years, but since she moved back to River Pointe they’d barely seen each other. Matt promised he would visit for Christmas. At that moment Jenny wasn’t sure if she cared. She’d never wanted to jump Matt after just inhaling him. Lately s*x had become something she felt like they should be doing since they were dating, but hell, it’d been tolerable at best.

Jenny needed bed-breaking, soul-shaking s*x. s*x that threatened to tear your body apart just before you came in a glorious explosion of l**t. s*x that she was certain Logan would be great at.

She closed her eyes and let herself indulge in a fantasy about the man about to tow her car. A little fantasy wouldn’t hurt.

Jenny was just getting to the good part when the door of the cab opened and the cold air from outside blasted over her, cooling her down from the heat she was envisioning with the man climbing in the truck.

And then he smiled at her.

The heat rushed back over Jenny like a fever. She fanned her face to try to calm down the heated thoughts he brought on and considered rolling down her window.

Concern covered his face and he said, “Hey, are you okay? I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe. I promise, I won’t even touch you.”

“Too bad,” Jenny said before she could stop herself. She quickly clamped a hand over her mouth and turned away, but not before she saw a smirk light up Logan’s beautiful face.

Logan slid the truck into gear and pulled back onto the road with Jenny’s car rolling behind them. He drove carefully, slowly, through the thickening snow. Jenny knew her morning of shopping was not going to happen, but she was pretty sure she’d gotten a quick upgrade of her day by spending it with Logan instead.

“What’s your name?”

Jenny looked over at him. She couldn’t believe she’d been picturing the man n***d and hadn’t even bothered to tell him her name. “I’m Jenny. Jenny Owens. Sorry, I didn’t think.”

“It’s okay, Jenny Owens. It’s a little bit of a strange situation.” She nodded and smiled at his assessment. “So what were you doing out this time of day? You’re not drunk so I know you weren’t out drinking.”

Jenny flashed him a questioning look to which he replied, “I didn’t smell alcohol on you and your eyes aren’t glassy. You are very alert, well, except for when I pulled up and you didn’t notice me for a few minutes.”

A smile toyed with her lips as she considered his assessment. He was picking on her. And for some reason she liked it. “No, I wasn’t out drinking. I was trying to go Black Friday shopping.”

Logan groaned, “Oh, don’t tell me you’re one of those! You look so normal and now you tell me you’d beat up another woman for a pair of shoes.”

Jenny giggled in the seat. She actually giggled. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d giggled. “Actually it’s the first time I’ve gone. My friend was telling me about it and got me excited. Of course now I’m wondering what the hell I was thinking.”

“Do you need to call your friend?”

Jenny shook her head. Recognition dawned on Logan and he smiled. “The friend you texted my card? Yeah, she knows not to expect you.”

Jenny giggled again thinking about her insanity about not trusting Logan. After only a few minutes in the truck she knew he was a good guy. The kind of guy she’d never have to worry about disappointing her.

Logan pulled off the Thruway and steered through some back roads before he pulled into the driveway of his shop. Jenny looked up at the same logo and Campbell’s Custom Cars in big blue letters above the large matching blue roll-up doors. Her body released the last of the tension she’d been holding when the door in front of them lifted and she saw a standard garage. She noticed Logan watching her and took advantage of the chance to pick at him. “So this is where you’re going to hide my body?”

Logan flashed her a devious smile that told her exactly what he’d like to do with her body and said, “Only if you beg me.”