The Fine Line by Alicia Kobishop

while he spoke with another man about the next race.  Usually Logan raced at least three or four times in a night. 
    An attractive man with an athletic build, sky blue eyes framed by dark lashes, and medium-length caramel hair approached me. 
    “Are you having fun yet?” he asked.
    I must’ve had a bored look on my face while I waited for Gavin to finish his negotiation.  “I was having fun before…this is the boring part,” I replied.
    “I’ve seen you around a few times.  Aren’t you Logan’s girl?”
    Apparently, everyone knew who Logan was.  An unsettling feeling overcame me at the thought of a rumor going around that Logan and I were involved in any way other than friendship.  I looked over to Logan who had his arm around one girl as he flirted with the other two, wearing a charming grin. 
    He glanced up at me, then his gaze moved to the man who was with me, and his smile faded.  I gave him a reassuring look to let him know I was fine, then I turned my face back to the man.  “Now what would that say about me if I was?”
    He laughed and held his hand out.  “I’m Evan.”
    That sparked my interest.  I took his hand.  “Hi Evan.  I’m Olivia Evans.”
    He smiled, not letting go of my hand.  “Now if that’s not fate, I don’t know what is…”
    “Are you racing today, Evan?”  Tickled with the coincidence, I wanted to say his name again.
    “Nah, I don’t race, just here with friends.  I ride that.”  He let go of my hand and pointed to a motorcycle that was parked at the curb across the street.  “It doesn’t really qualify in a car race.”
    There was a short pause.  Then he continued, “You live around here?”
    “Yeah.  You?”
    “I’m from here, but I’ve been living in Denver for the last two years.  I came back to help with…with family stuff.”
    I felt an arm hook the back of my neck.  “Hey, man.”  Logan extended his hand to Evan.  The hand which was not attached to the arm on my neck.  “Logan Tanner.  You race?”
    Evan looked at him then me with a confused expression, then the shook Logan’s hand.  “Evan Phoenix.  And no.”
    “Evan Phoenix?  Dude, that’s fucking awesome!  It sounds like a porn star’s name.”  Logan laughed.  Whether intentional or not, his tone came across as derisive.
    “Well, I can assure you, I’m not a porn star.”  Trying to make friendly conversation, Evan continued, “I’ve seen you race a few times.  You’re good, man.  What’s your trick?”
    “No tricks.  When you’ve got it, you’ve just got it.”  He pulled me closer.
    WTF? 
    Evan backed off after that.  From the way Logan was holding onto me, he must’ve thought we were an item.  “Alright,” Evan said. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Olivia.”
    “You can call me, Liv,” I interrupted.
    “Ok, Liv,” he said with a warm smile.  Then he looked at Logan, his grin tapering off some.  “Later.”  He turned around and walked towards his bike.
    Once he was out of earshot, I grabbed Logan’s hand and pulled his arm off of me and turned to face him.  “What the hell was that, Logan?!  He was nice!”
    He looked confused.  “I was just making sure you were okay.  You don’t know that guy, Liv.  He could try shit with you.  You should be careful.”
    “Are you serious?!  We were just talking!”  I was completely dumbfounded.
    Gavin approached.  “The next race is on, man.  You ready?”
    “Yeah, c’mon, Liv.  Let’s go,” Logan replied, trying to take my hand.
    I moved my hand out of his reach.  “I don’t think so.” 
    His expression became angry.  “What are you talking about?  You need to start the race.”
    “I don’t need to do anything, Logan.  Ask one of your girls.”  I pointed to the three girls that were staring intently at our dispute.  I was angry too.  I didn’t like being told what to do.  I turned my head to see if Evan was still around.  I spotted him on his bike, talking to