CHAPTER 19.

Logan's Jealousy

Lexie.

When I reached my destination I almost died from inhaling too much cigarette smoke. I'm afraid things never change, like this place.

I wore the distinctive jacket so that they would accept me in that place and not look at me like a parasite.

Anyway ... I had come for a single reason and I promised to keep it, the only problem was that my motorcycle was wrecked in a damaged motorcycle depot.

All I had to do was hang on to someone to participate.

I thought I heard my name but it was not very distinguished by the noise of some motorcycles and the rap music that came from a classic car. Whatever is.

—Lexie? —I heard a voice— Lexie Anderson?

When the voice was heard too close not to imagine it, I turned and ran into nothing more and nothing less than Tyson.

He frowned.

—Are you? —I ask as if he didn't believe it yet.

He had received so many looks like that.

—The same one that sings and dances —He jokes to take the edge off the issue.