Sometime after everything that happened in the truck I fell asleep. And I was woken up to a Greek god unbuckling my seatbelt. "Huh?" I sleepily said as I rubbed my eyes. "Oh, you're awake." He said huskily. Oh my god. I think I just died and went to heaven. "So are you just going to stare at me or...?" Great. Cocky jerk. I quickly shoved him out of the way and jumped out of the truck. I shut the door and went to grab my bags from the back of the truck when I thought of something kinda of important. I didn't even know who he was. "Um. Sorry for my rudeness, but who the fuck are you?" I said as I turned around to face him. He smirked at me before turning around and heading into our new ranch house. The house was big enough for three people for sure. I mean it was huge. It had large pastures along the side of the driveway and further back it had a barn and pasture behind the house. The house really was breathtaking. Then I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. Chasing down that creepy, handsome, hot, Greek g-. Get it together Claire. "Hey! Hello! You didn't answer me jackass! Who the fuck are you?" I said as I raced after him. I turned the first corner trying to catch up to him and was shoved into the wall. He stood right in front of me with both of his arms keeping me trapped against the wall. My breath was caught in my throat. I felt as though I couldn't breath. There was hardly any space between us. "I'm Logan. You're brother." He whispered in my ear. No fucking way. I'm screwed. Really fucking screwed. Well shit.
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Better Than Any Ride
JugendliteraturWhen Claire Moore's parents get a divorce, she is forced to live with her dad on a small ranch in Tennessee. What's worse is that she is forced to leave behind her past, the only thing connecting her to her best friend. Her sister. She's certain she...
