Wild Girl (Wild Men Texas #3) - Melissa Belle Page 0,2
version of what I’ve gotten myself into.”
“I’m all ears.”
When I’ve finished telling Luke the backstory of my engagement to Gigi, he whistles.
“You really went all out for Macey.”
“And I’d do it again.”
His expression softens. And I know I now have an ally in my crazy plan. Luke doesn’t even smile unless he means it.
“I don’t know what it’s like to care about a woman so much I’d do anything for her,” he says. “I envy you that, Wild.”
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.
“Why do I get the feeling something’s going on that I don’t know about?” I whisper.
My words bounce off the stark-white walls of the hospital room. Then, ever so slightly, Logan’s hand squeezes my knee.
It feels like a message.
But his face is blank.
“Logan…”
Knock, knock.
“Dr. Glenn is here to speak to you,” the nurse says as she peeks in the door.
I tell Logan I’ll see him tomorrow and then I leave the room and walk down the hall, passing Gigi as I go.
I keep walking down the hall and through the hospital until I’ve left the building. I take a seat on an outdoor bench and breathe in the stifling hot Texas air.
My pulse is going haywire.
Because for all the moments Logan Wild and I have shared, for all the times he’s had my back…this little moment we just spent together…it was everything and nothing all at once.
It confused the heck out of me.
Logan’s alive. He’s healthy. And that’s all that matters.
I try to ignore the twinge of pain that hasn’t left my chest since I felt his hot hand on my knee. Or the way his breath lit me on fire when it grazed my neck as I hugged him.
But, I have to get used to it quickly. Logan’s wedding day is right around the corner. And any late nights of us together as more than friends…are gone.
Except…
I can’t ignore the odd feeling in my gut when Logan squeezed my knee.
“He squeezed your knee?” Ginny asks me the next day as she sips on a ginger ale at the bar and I wait for Dye to order another drink.
“Shh.” I glance over