Page 5 of Wild Girl


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I gesture to the IV and machines around me. “But I’ve lost focus. You were right.”

“I don’t think I was.” He sucks in a breath. “Yes, you’re a little off course. But you have the right intentions. So.” He looks at me. “I get why you’re doing this. I think it’s nuts, but I don’t think you can back out now. And if there’s any way I can help, tell me.”

I nod. “I appreciate the support. I could use your help right now, actually.”

He raises his eyebrows. “I know what you’re going to ask. Yes, I’ll go get her for you.”

Chapter Three

Macey

I text Mama that Logan’s awake and fill her in on his condition. But when she calls back asking for more details, I don’t have any.

“I haven’t seen him yet,” I tell her, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice.

“Oh, doll.” She goes quiet for a moment. “You know, I wonder if…”

“Mama. I’m okay. I am.”

I tell her I’ll call her later, and I end the call.

When I look up, Luke’s standing in front of me.

I jump up. “How is he? Do you have more information?”

Luke tilts his head toward Logan’s room. “He’s asking for you.”

We lock eyes.

I glance over at Gigi, who’s staring at us.

“Go,” Luke says to me. “I’ll talk to her. He needs you.”

* * *

I peek inside the cracked door.

Logan’s face is pale and his eyes are closed.

I take a step into the room but then stop.

He’s resting and I don’t want to disturb him.

“Get over here, Henwood,” he growls as his eyes open and fix on me.

I shut the door behind me and hurry over to him. “Oh, my God, Logan.” I lean over the bed and throw my arms around him. “I was so worried about you. Are you okay? I mean, obviously you’re not okay, but I’m just so glad you’re awake.”

He shoots me a half-grin and then grimaces. “I’m okay. I’m good.”

I sit next to him on the bed. “I saw Prince buck you off. I’ve never been so scared in my life.”

“You were there?”

“Of course I was there. You asked me to be. I’ll always cheer for and support you, Logan.” I fidget with my hands on my lap. “Even when you’re…”

His hand lands on my bare knee. “Thank you, Mace. I’ll do the same for you. I was so happy you won the target contest. You deserved it.”

His gaze is intense.