CELINA'S POV
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The velet hands us the keys, another man already standing by my door, holding it open for me and I slip inside, putting my purse on my lap when Logan slides in and drives off. "Do you really think it'll work?" I ask as more flashes of camera's go off. "I do." Logan grins as we drive into the city, cars and bikes following with flashes of camera's following. I grin at Logan, "Ten bucks says that it isn't in the news tomorrow," I smirk at him. He puts both hands on the wheel, "Ten bucks is nothing," He chuckles, smiling all the way. Adjusting in my seat, I turn slightly, my body facing his more than the front, and I cross one knee over the other, "Then what do you want to bet?" I ask, regretting it immediately when he takes his eyes off the road to look at me for a few beat
