Page 10 of Riding the Sugar High

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Logan

Whoisthis woman?

I follow Primrose through the dense patch of forest that separates the Gracen farm and mine, the crunch of leaves and broken twigs under our feet mixing with our ragged breathing and the occasional squeal from the piglets.

Fucking piglets.

I almost lost it when they hid from me behind some giant, pissed-off, territorial pig. It tried to bite my hand off, and the scene must’ve been loud enough to alert Derek, because I distinctly heard someone running toward the sty.

Then something else happened. Something that distracted Derek Gracen enough for me to run the fuck out of there with the piglets. This woman. I was either leaving with them or getting arrested trying, and now thanks to her, I’m one step closer to the former.

Did I dream up that orange glow? Was it a fire?

“Crap!” Primrose hisses as she trips. She manages to turn before she hits the ground, the piglet held high, but it doesn’t prevent me from dropping too, my arm ending up in a thorny bush I might never extract it from.

There’s silence for a moment, and though there are plenty of nightlife creatures making all sorts of noises around us, I can’t hear any with the way my heart is beating in my ears.

“My ass,” she whines, and after taking a deep breath, I pull my arm out, ignoring the sting of the thorns digging into my skin.

God, I’m lightheaded.

“You good?” I ask as I get to my feet, holding the screaming piglet to my chest.

Her full lips are bent into a grimace as she mutters, “Yeah, I’mfuck-tastic.”

I help her up next, her small palm getting lost in mine. Her wide and deep blue eyes stare back at me as her straight, slightly upturned nose twitches. She must be over a foot shorter than me, and as my eyes run down her body, searching for potential damage, I notice her hourglass figure— her full bust, slim waist, and rounded hips.

Pretty, even in that ridiculous glittery pink dress.

I look away, deciding it’s easier to concentrate when I’m not obsessing over our kiss. “We’re almost clear,” I whisper. “But we need to run fast. The police will know to come to my farm, and they’ll be quicker by car. Can you keep going?”

When she nods, I gesture at her to go before me and follow her through the dense trees until my wooden fence comes into sight. I hold her arm to stop her and bring my index finger to my lips. I need to make sure the police aren’t already here.

I hop over the fence and slowly walk along the back wall and to the side, and once I confirm the driveway is clear, I tell Primrose to come. She awkwardly jumps over the fence and joins me, shushing the piglet, who emits a continuous screech, as if it will suddenly start listening to her.

She opens her mouth to speak, but is immediately silenced by faded red and blue intermittent lights in the distance. Her face turns whiter than a sheet, and it spurs me to fit a hand into my pocket and look for my keys.

Which I can’t find.

“What do we do?” she asks in a trembling whisper. “I can’t be arrested. I’m too soft. They make you wear pants in prison, don’t they?”

My eyes narrow over her face as I search the other pocket.

“Of course they do,” she whines. “It’s not like it’s tennis.”

Where are my stupid keys?

“The food must be terrible too. And I can’t sleep without my pillow. Oh!” She gasps, cupping her mouth. “I have a shy bladder. How do people with shy bladders survive prison?”

“Shut the fuck—” I cut myself off with a groan. I must have dropped the goddamn keys when we fell, and finding them would be hopeless even if the sun were shining, but in the middle of the night? No way.

I walk to my pickup, happy to see I left the window open like always, and I reach in to pull the lock, then set the piglet on the driver’s-side floor. Thankfully, Primrose followed me, so I set the other piglet inside and shut the door. Enclosed in the comfortable space, they immediately settle down.

If they squeal, we’re toast.

“You have to hide me, okay? I can’t be arrested. I’m somewhat of a public figure and this would ruin me.Ruin me.” Primrose rushes out. “I’ll pay you. What do you want? I’ll do anything. Anything, please?—”

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