Page 139 of Riding the Sugar High

“What’s going on?”

I flip as I hear Josie’s voice, and if it wasn’t for the fact that she wants to declare her love to the man I have feelings for, I could hug her. “Where is he? You have to take me to him—it was me, Josie. It was me all along. Logan didn’t?—”

“Stop talking,” Josie says as she raises a hand. Turning to Connor, she sighs. “Why didn’t you tell her?”

Tell me? “Tell me what?” My head bobs from one officer to the other. “Somebody speak!”

“Stop screaming in a police station,” Josie whispers as she approaches. Her hand cups my shoulder, and she studies me with big, worried eyes. “Look, Logan was arrested this morning, but then...he had some sort ofattack. We thought it was a heart attack, and we called the ambulance. He’s at the hospital right now, but they assured us it wasn’t?—”

“Take me there,” I say, my body shaking so hard I can barely speak. I can’t believe I left him behind. I can’t believe I broke his heart, and now he’s at the hospital, waiting for the police to book him as soon as he feels better. “Please, take me to Logan.”

She nods, but before we can step toward the exit, Connor says, “I’ll come with you. Check on our inmate-to-be.”

Over my dead body.

* * *

“Big guy with a scowl?” the nurse asks as she points to the right. There’s a blend of antiseptic odors and bustling activity in the ER, making it feel terrifyingly real. “He’s right there. If you could convince him he should spend the night here, that’d be great. We didn’t manage.” The young nurse takes a step forward, then seemingly changes her mind. “Oh, and if you happen to know what he’s allergic to?—”

“Strawberry,” Josie says without skipping a beat.

Strawberry?!

“Great. Thank you. He was too worked up to talk.” She walks away, and as Josie walks in the direction he pointed at, I tug at her hand.

“What?”

“He’s not allergic to strawberry.”

“Uh, yeah. He is.” She looks past me, probably checking to see if Connor is still taking a call outside of the ER. “It’s not a severe allergy, but before he found out, he ended up at the hospital because of it.”

But he’s been... he’s been eating my strawberry candies. Alotof them. Even if it’s not a severe allergy, why would he do that?

“Come on, let’s go.”

Josie walks and steps back once she notices I didn’t follow.

Maybe he doesn’t want to see me.

Maybe I’m the last person he wants to see, seeing as he was arrested because of me right after I dumped him.

“Prim?”

Plus, I have no idea if Josie talked to him already. If they’re together. She could have told him this morning. She could tell him right now, or tomorrow, or?—

“Prim.” Josie’s hand clasps mine, and with an encouraging tug, she says, “Come on. Let’s go see him.”

“I—I think I need a minute.”

She nods. “Okay. I’ll try to talk some sense into him. You...take your time.” I nod, but she hesitates. “He needs to see you.”

Once she disappears behind the blue curtain, I slowly step closer.

“...no need.”

It’s his voice.

I bring a hand to my mouth and exhale. He’s speaking, and he sounds normal. He reallyisokay.

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