Trapped For Christmas

Chapter 8....

I'm going to move. Yep, I said it. I'm moving somewhere warm and sunny all year long. No more freezing cold winters, no more bitter winds, and definitely no more ice that clung to the sidewalks.

Ice was my nemesis. Aside from making me fall right on my ass leaving my apartment this morning, I also fell on my knees getting out of my car. Didn't help it was dark outside still and there wasn't enough sun to slightly unfreeze the sidewalks.

With a throbbing butt and burning knees I hobbled towards the bakery. I'm pretty sure I cut my knees too. Muttering curse words under my breath I pulled out my keys, body already shaking from the cold. I wanted nothing more than a warm cup of coffee and heat. And since I was here at 5 o'clock in the morning I had plenty of time to make me some and warm up before starting any of the desserts for the day.

As I neared the front doors I glanced up only to pause at the shadowy figure leaning against the wall next to it. In a matter of seconds I had my keys in-between my fingers and I was ready incase whoever it was came at me.

When the figured moved I flinched before squaring my shoulders. It being dark did not help my fear what's so ever. Just as I was getting ready to panic the figure stepped into the little bit of light coming off the streetlights.

"Logan you asshole." I practically yelled. Second day in a row he's scared the shit out of me. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"You really need to learn to defend yourself." Was the first thing out of his mouth.

"That's all you're focused on right now? Really?" I clenched my jaw.

"If I was a kidnapper I could have easily grabbed you."

"Well you aren't so stop with the showing up and scaring me." I bit out, storming past him to unlock the doors. "How long have you been here?"

Logan just shrugged, his hands stuffed in his pockets like usual. Despite being pissed at him for scaring me I was in desperate need of warmth and coffee and by the looks of it Logan's been waiting for a little. He was trying to hide it but I could see the slight tremor in his shoulders.

"Get your ass inside." I grumbled. The smell of his cologne hit my nose as he brushed by me, temporarily clouding my head. Damn why did he smell so good. Shaking my head I locked the door behind me.

The shop was dark but having done this enough times I easily made my way towards the counter to flip a light on. Nothing too bright but enough to see. Despite Logan's opinion I wasn't stupid enough to flip on all the lights and let anyone know I was in here, alone.

"Why are you here Logan? It's 5 in the morning." I questioned, limping around to start the coffee pot. Now that my adrenaline was fading my scrapped knees were back to burning.

"Why are you limping?" He ignored my question. "Olivia are you hurt?" I turned just in time for him to come around the counter in a few long strides. His eyebrows were drawn in as he came to a stop inches from me. He towered over me as his eyes looked me from head to toe.

"I'm fine." My voice came out all breathy, making me inwardly curse.

"No, you aren't." The brown eyes of his were staring at me intently, seeing right through me. I let out a sigh.

"I slipped on some ice. No big deal." I went to move when he grabbed my elbow.

"Let me look at it."

"Logan its-"

"Olivia." His tone left no room for arguments. The way he said my name shouldn't have sent a shiver down my spine and made heat pool in my stomach. "Where is your first aid kit?"