"I think I just got my man card back," Logan said as he hung his costume on the rack. His baseball hat was back on his head and he wore his t-shirt and jeans that fit him just right.

I hung my costume next to his. "You didn't look that bad. I mean, at least those girls in the back didn't think you looked bad."

He rolled his eyes. "You're going to milk that for as long as you can, aren't you?"

I smiled and pulled on my red coat. "Let's just say it's slightly satisfying to have you be the embarrassed one for once."

"Well, I guess if it helped all those kids have a better day, then me losing all of my dignity was worth it." He shrugged his coat over his broad shoulders and zipped it up.

I started to call my mom and tell her I was ready to be picked up. One of these days I'd get my own car.

Logan must've realized what I was doing, because he asked, "Are you calling someone for a ride? Because I can just drop you off somewhere if you want."

I looked down at my phone, contemplating whether I trusted Logan behind the wheel or not. "How many accidents have you caused this year?" I asked.

He scrunched up his face. "What?"

I shrugged. "Before I accept your offer, I need to know how much of a risk I'm taking if I get in a car with you." You could never be too careful. Especially with someone like Logan behind the wheel.

He scoffed. "I haven't gotten in any accidents since I got my license. I'm actually a pretty good driver, Raven."

"You sure about that?" I asked skeptically. "I seem to remember that time freshman year when you stole your dad's car and drove it into a pole."

He ran a hand through his hair and actually looked embarrassed. "Okay, so I used to be a little irresponsible back in the day. But I’ve taken driver's ed since then, and I don't have any alcohol in my system like I did that time, so you're completely safe."

"You were drinking that day?"

His eyes got a pained look in them. "I did a lot of stupid things back then. But I promise I don't drink anymore. It might have taken me a while, but I did finally learn my lesson.”

I peered into his eyes carefully, like I'd be able to tell if he was telling the truth or not. Then I held up my hand with my pinky finger extended toward him. "Pinky swear?"

He stared at it for a moment before locking his with mine. "Pinky swear."

I pulled my hand away from his, trying to ignore the zing of electricity that I felt as our skin touched.

I pushed my hands into the front pockets of my coat. "My mom’s probably still in the middle of her DAR Christmas banquet anyway, so I guess I'll let you take me home."

Logan chuckled. "I like how you turned it around to make it seem like you’re doing me the favor by allowing me to transport Her Majesty home." There was a lightness in his voice as he twirled his key ring around his finger.

I stood taller and tossed some of my hair behind my shoulder. "Well, I am pretty important around here."

I had expected him to come up with some sort of jab, but surprisingly he didn't. He just said, "I'm out this way," and led me toward the back exit.

When we walked into the parking lot, there were only a few cars left: a silver Ford about ten years old, a white Tahoe, and a fancy black Corvette that definitely looked out of place.

I headed toward the Ford, assuming that it must be Logan's car.

He didn't follow me. When I glanced back, he nodded toward the Corvette. "Uh, I'm parked over there."

"That's yours?" My jaw dropped. Logan drove a Corvette?

"Yeah, my mom kind of went overboard for me and Jace's sixteenth birthday," he said sheepishly.

I just stared at the shiny black car and tried to calculate in my mind how much a car like that would cost.

What had happened when they moved to North Carolina? Because the Carmichael family that I grew up next to did not have the kind of money to buy their son a car like that.

"Does Jace have a Corvette, too?" I couldn't help but ask.

He shook his head. "No. He got a Tesla."

I just stood there stunned over the fact that their mom had spent more on their birthday presents combined than my parents had probably bought our house for.

My legs finally decided to work again, so I followed Logan to his car. "So I'm guessing moving to North Carolina turned out to be an okay thing for your family?"

Logan got an embarrassed look on his face. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "So, do you still want a ride?"

"Do I still want a ride?" I asked, still not believing that he had a Corvette. "Of course I want a ride. There's no way you're leaving this parking lot without me in that car."

"So you're okay with the Corvette?" he asked.

Was he really thinking I'd turn down a ride from him because his car was too fancy? "I've always wanted to ride in a Corvette, Logan. So, yeah. I'm okay with it."

He looked relieved.

"Do people usually turn you down for rides?" I had to ask as he opened the car door for me.

He shrugged. "Sometimes. But that's usually because they prefer Jace's Tesla."

"Well, those people are just crazy."

"Wait." Logan touched my shoulder, stopping me before I could climb into his car. "Did you just say that someone would be crazy to pick Jace over me?"

I laughed. "No. I just said picking a Tesla over a Corvette is a bad choice.”

He pursed his lips. "Too bad. I thought you might actually be coming to your senses, because it’s obvious that I’m the far superior twin."

"Says the guy who was pretending to be his brother last night."

He scowled. "That was different. We were just testing everyone to see if they could tell us apart."

"And did anyone pass?"

"Nope. Not even the girl who used to spy on us as we played basketball in our driveway."

My jaw dropped. "You saw me?"

He grinned. "Yep. Pretty much every time."

My cheeks heated. "Does Jace know?"

He shook his head. "No. I was nice and kept it our little secret." He winked, and I wanted to slap that smirk off his face. Logan was so conceited sometimes.

But instead of giving in to my urge, I climbed into his car. It was surprisingly warm inside, and I realized that he must have turned it on with his key as we'd walked over.

I buckled myself into the black leather seat and just looked around the dashboard as Logan walked around to the driver’s side. I’d never been in a car half this fancy.

And a teenager drove this?

What had happened when they moved to North Carolina?

Logan turned to me after he buckled himself in. "Do you still live in the same house?"

"Yep."

"Cool. I haven't seen our old house since we moved. This gives me an excuse to drive by it."

"So what did your parents do for work when you moved to North Carolina anyway?" I asked when he turned onto the road.

Logan shifted down as he turned a corner. "My dad finally decided to join the Carmichael family business again."

That must be some family business if they could buy cars like this after only a year and a half. They hadn't been poor before they moved, but they most definitely hadn’t been rich like this, either.

"Why did you guys move back here, anyway?" I asked.

"My mom missed New York and my dad got to where he could work remotely, so it just seemed like the right time. We liked Sweet Water, but it wasn't home, you know."

I nodded, watching the snow-covered trees as we drove down the quiet road. "I love Ridgewater."

We pulled onto Elm Street a minute later. "Your mom’s still obsessed with Christmas, isn't she?" Logan commented when my house came into view.

It was my mom's goal every year to have the house with the most lights. I'd loved it when I was a kid, but now it was just kind of embarrassing.

Logan pulled up to the curb. "I guess I'll see you at school on Monday?"

I unbuckled and pulled on the door handle. "Yep. Thanks for the ride."

I climbed out, but before I could shut the door, Logan leaned over the passenger seat. "What? No goodbye kiss like last night?"

I rolled my eyes. "In your dreams, Logan."

"Always," he said with a wink, just before I closed the door.