My stomach twists into knots when I see Logan lying in bed with machines around him and a bandage on his head.
Gigi races into the room, and Logan’s entire family follows.
I hang back with Ginny and Dave.
“I think we should wait,” I murmur.
The three of us stand outside the room while Logan’s mom fusses over him.
After a few minutes, everyone but Luke leaves the room.
As Mrs. Wild comes over to me, I stand up.
“How is he?” I ask.
“A concussion and bruised ribs,” she says. “But no broken bones and no internal damage. It’s a miracle.”
I throw my arms around her, fighting back my own tears. “I’m so glad.”
“He asked for Luke,” she says as I pull back. “I thought he might.”
Knowing Logan and Luke’s history with bronc riding and what they went through together, I nod. “It makes sense. I’m sure you’ll get to visit with him again really soon.”
Logan
Macey peeks through the doorway, but then she disappears.
I shift my gaze past Mama chastising me, Dad glowering at me with a look of concern, and Gigi doing her whole worried-fiancée routine. I can’t see Macey anywhere.
Once my brothers and cousins have made their way to my side to ask how I’m doing, I ask to speak to Luke alone.
The room clears out immediately.
I’ve got a killer headache. The right side of my face hurts. And my body feels like it’s been stepped on by a thousand-pound bull.
I flash back to the moment I flew off the bronc’s back as he reared up. I don’t know how I missed hitting the wall. The wall easily could have killed me.
And yet, here I am—in pain but in one piece.
I feel pretty fucking lucky.
“It seems like I came to Texas to help you pick up the pieces in more ways than one,” Luke says as he shuts the door tight behind him and takes a seat at the edge of my bed.
I exhale. “Hold the lecture until I’m feeling good enough to argue back.”
He runs his hand down his face. “You scared the hell out of me.”
His words hold weight. And he knows it.
I open my mouth to say something sarcastic, but I take a good look at the scar on his face, the worry in his eyes, and I shut up.
“The last thing I wanted was to invite you down to Texas to make things worse for you. You know that.” I try to sit up straighter, but my head hurts too much. “I apologize.”
“No need.” Luke gestures to my head. “This isn’t about me. You’re the one who’s lying in a hospital bed.”
“They say I should be able to leave tomorrow.”
“The doctor said things weren’t as bad as he thought they’d be. How are you feeling?”
