Page 19 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“What about me, babe?” Becks fluttered his eyelashes. “Can I play the part of Wylder?”
“No.”
“You guys are no fun. At least tell me what you said to him.”
Nicky started laughing and couldn’t stop as he wheezed out the words. “That’s for my brother’s hats.”
Beckett sat frozen for a moment before lunging toward Wylder and tackling her in a hug. “You’re the best sister ever.”
“Ew, Becks, get off me.”
“Seriously… defending my honor. Wylder, you deserve something special for joining the war.”
“I didn’t join any war.”
“I’m going to buy you a new car!”
“Absolutely not.” She pushed him off her. “You already pay for my schooling. There will be no rewards for punching someone. The act was reward enough.”
Becks sighed and looked to Nicky for help. “Babe?”
“Don’t look at me. I’m in total agreement.”
“Ugh.” Becks flopped back. “You two always team up against me.”
“As lovely as this conversation is.” Wylder stood up. “I have a secret rock star to stalk.”
“Don’t think he’s so secret anymore.” Becks held out his phone. “You see how many hits the video is up to?”
“I haven’t checked in the last week.” She took the phone, and her eyes widened. “Crap on a crap stick.”
“You’re famous now, sis. Might want to get more eloquent.”
“Hate to break it to you, Becks.” Nicky leaned forward. “You’d already made her kind of famous.”
“No.” Wylder shook her head. “One time on stage at a Beckett Anderson concert didn’t make me famous. Maybe famous adjacent.”
“An almost rock star?”
“Yeah, that’s it.” She handed the phone back. That was a good word for Logan too. He’d been a secret rock star before the world knew. Now, he was a sort of almost rock star.
Wylder walked into the front hallway and toed on her shoes before slipping her arms into her jacket. “I’m heading out. Don’t wait up.” She didn’t give them a chance to respond before stepping into the dreary evening. Rain drizzled down from a gray sky. A freezing wind blew the hair from her forehead, and she pulled the jacket tighter around her.
Logan better be home this time.
Once she reached the sanctuary of the car, she pulled out and drove the few blocks to the Cook house. She’d never tell Becks, but she found it hilarious his self-proclaimed enemy lived in a much bigger house in the same neighborhood.
Pulling up outside the darkened house, she cut the engine and sucked in a breath. “You can do this, Wylder.” He had to be here this time, right?
She opened the door and stepped out onto the curb, straightening her shirt and running a hand over her messy hair. The rain came harder now, but she didn’t care. It seeped into her clothes, dampening her skin, and still, she hesitated. A chill raced up her spine, spurring her into action. She darted forward, sprinting up the drive and not stopping until she was under the protection of the overhang by the door.
From what she could tell, there were no lights on inside the house. But that didn’t stop her. She rang the doorbell and waited.
And waited.
Once again, no one came, so she hit it again, fully expecting a defiant Luke to yank open the door.
He wasn’t there.
