“Willow—”
Logan wedged himself into the impossibly small space, quieting me with a firmness Galen had lacked. “She’s okay. Terrified, but she’ll be all right, thanks to you.” At whatever my face was doing, he elaborated, “You rammed her car out of the way and the HGV hit you and your friend instead.”
Cam. Fresh panic seized my chest.
“Easy.” Logan applied more pressure to the top of my head, his hand as broad and warm as Locke’s. “He’s okay. Walking wounded as far as I could see.”
“You spoke to him?”
“No, but I saw him with the other crews further back. How’s your pain?”
“It’s fine—I’m fine.”
Logan scanned my body, taking in everything I couldn’t see, his jaw set like Locke’s did when he was worried about something. When he was worried aboutme,and I wondered what Logan was looking at to make him think I should’ve been screaming. Changed my mind and thought about something—anything—else instead.
“I’m fucking hungry.”
The words fell out.
Logan’s lips twitched. “Yeah? What do you want?”
“The bacon... thing your brother made me the other morning.”
It was a goddamnsandwich, but my tongue felt too big for my dry mouth.
“He’s good at breakfast,” Logan agreed, fondness creeping into the severe lines of his face, softening a sternness that was all him and not Locke. “As long as you don’t want to eat that hamster food he likes.”
“The granola?”
“Hamsterfood,” Logan repeated. “Fucking loon.”
Couldn’t say why, but it felt good to hear Logan curse. It felt like home, even though we’d never met. “I love him.”
Logan’s faint humour faded, his warm eyes earnest as he leaned closer to me. “He loves you too. Both of you.”
“They’re driving behind us somewhere.”
“I know.” He cut my riding jacket, exposing my bare arm. “A copper went to find them.”
A copper. Afed. “They won’t like that.”
“Tough shit. Sharp scratch, okay?”
Didn’t feel it. Didn’t feel any pain either, and I tugged the mask from my face, done with whatever was making me feel like I’d spent a week upside down at Thorpe Park.
Logan kept his hand on my head.
It felt nice.
Like Locke was here, except my heart knew he wasn’t, and it hurt.
I rubbed my chest.
Logan hawk-eyed the movement. “You have pain there?”
“No. I just feel it sometimes... when he’s upset.”
Logan’s radio crackled. He listened, staring off, frowning again, but somehow it suited him. “Not happening. Tell them they need a better fucking plan.”
