Page 170 of Riding the Sugar High

There’s a bathroom down the corridor, and every time I hear his voice, I have to thank gravity for my underwear not automatically dropping at my ankles. “You know. Make me yee-haw, cowboy.”

“Oh.” There’s a loud, high-pitched yelp on Logan’s end, and focusing on the background noise, I hear more chatter. I check the phone, then bring it back to my ear. Twenty past eleven, which means he should be at the farm. “Where are you?”

“At the mall.”

At themall? He hates the mall.

“Is someone pointing a gun at your head?”

“No. Just trying to buy some candy.”

“You are?” I smile wide. “Is it for me?”

“It’s not for you, but it’sfromyou.”

“My candy?”

“Yeah.”

I close my eyes, my grin increasing with every passing second. “Why are you buying it? I can make it for you when I get there.”

“Yeah.” He pauses. “But I was hoping to get it autographed.”

My brows scrunch. “But I’m...I’m in Mayfield.”

“So am I.”

“What?” I jump up, my heart beating so fast in my chest it might just explode.

I rush toward the door, then stop, my hands shaking as I look for a mirror.

“The line is long, and apparently, Primrose needed a break.”

Shit, he’s here. I’m about to see him again after six whole months.

“Did you faint? Crawl out the window?”

“N-no, of course not.” I run a hand through my frizzy hair. “I just—I left my makeup at the table, Logan.”

“Ohh. Well, that’s a real tragedy.”

“Itiswhen you haven’t seen me for six months.”

“I’ve also seen you sweat through your clothes and run away from a fire. Saw you covered in mud, and, uh, well. Myself.”

“But it’s been half a year!”

“Which means, come through that door before I break it down and take you on the first horizontal surface I find.” He clears his throat. “On second thought, vertical stuff will do too.”

“But—”

“You know I like the chase more than I should, backpack.”

I do know. Not that I have any intention of running away. “Yes. Okay.” An exhilarated, nervous giggle moves past my lips. “I’m coming. You—you stay right there, okay? Because I want to kiss you and touch every bit of your face, so I know you’re really here.”

“How about instead of telling me, you?—”

I grab the handle, then rush back to my bag and grab his leather jacket. Despite how ridiculous it looks on me, I might have been using it almost every day and sleeping in it a couple of times. “Don’t move.”

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