Page 42 of Riding the Sugar High

“Simon already took care of it.”

“Huh. Great.” He points at the house. “Then I’ll do some office work.”

Busy as I am avoiding his gaze, I don’t notice Logan walking back to me until he stops by my side. If I look up, he’lldefinitelyknow what Kyle and I were discussing. “How’s your ankle?”

“Oh, cool. Great. Awesome.” I cringe, pressing my lips tight because I can’t think of any other way to stop myself from blabbering. Why did Kyle have to make things weird? Now all I can think about is how Logan likes rough sex. How I’d probably like it too with a guy like him.

He throws a disinterested look at my phone. “You should keep it elevated.”

“Maybe you could help her with that,” Kyle calls from where he’s chopping wood, and he’s so serious that the meaning of his words hits me long after he’s said them.

Then my heart drops in my stomach.

Logan faces him.“What?”

“Nothing,” I blurt out, heat rising to my neck. Why did he saythat? “Would you like some candy?” I glance at Kyle. “Both of you—just everyone. It’s vegan friendly.”

Kyle gasps loudly. “For real?”

At his enthusiasm, I perk up. “Yeah. Apricots from the farm. Brown sugar, no gelatine.” I glance at Logan, who’s thoughtfully staring at the bowl beside me. “Just try one.” I can’t leave this place without him trying and loving my candy.

“No, thanks.”

Seriously? What’s his problem? “Are you allergic to joy?”

Kyle swoops between us and grabs a handful of candy, then walks back. “Sorry. Keep going.” His finger wiggles between Logan and me. “Lovingthis bickering dynamic.”

After a perplexed glance at Kyle, Logan focuses on me again. “Is he having a stroke?”

Heart thumping, I set the bowl down.Whydoes he have to be so weird? “No, he’s cool. Great. A?—”

“Awesome, yes. I got it.” His eyes narrow. “Anyway, Josie called. They want us to come in for some questions. I’ve already contacted my lawyer, and he recommended?—”

“What?” I shriek.

Flinching, he tries again, “He recommended this, uh...Peter Miller? A colleague. They’ll both come over to prep us for the police’s questions tomorrow.” He raises a hand to stop me from speaking. “Assuming you’re comfortable with him. I figured you could look him up online.”

Lawyers! He wants me to choose a lawyer while I’m still stuck on the portion of his sentence about the police wanting to question us.

I don’t know why it surprises me so much—Josie told us not to leave town, and that other cop she was with clearly had a bone to pick with Logan. But so much has happened in the last couple of days, I almost let myself believe we got away with it.

And now I’m being questioned.

“Primrose?”

I meet Logan’s gaze.

“Will you? Check out the lawyer?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” I busy myself with my notebook, trying not to show him how nervous I am. He’d probably say I’m being dramatic anyway. “I’ll go do that right now.”

He grasps my wrist as I stand, then waits for me to look into his eyes before saying, “It’ll be okay. I gave them some bullshit excuse for not being able to come in today, so we have plenty of time to figure this out.” His thumb brushes the skin of my hand soothingly. Then, in a hushed tone, he continues. “Remember my promise?”

I won’t let anything happen to you.

Once I nod, he lets go. Though I don’t know Logan and have no reason to trust him, I do. He got my list back from Derek without me asking, and he ran to my aid when I was hurt.

I’m so nervous, it feels like my stomach has been sealed shut, but hearing him say it’ll be okay makes it better.

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