Page 32 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“You, Wylder Anderson, are nearly impossible to resist.”
She hid her smile at that. “So, what happens next?”
“I think we become friends.” He leaned closer, dropping his voice. “Once I’m not your teacher, that is.”
“Friends.” Seemed like she was collecting those. “Okay.”
They reached Sebastian’s destination, and he stopped with his hand on the door handle. “Now, go study.”
“That sounded very teachery, Mr. Cook. Good job.”
He laughed. “You enjoy making this job harder, don’t you?”
“Absolutely. Now go. Mold the minds of young people. Just don’t sing to them. Please.”
He shared a smile with her, one that said he too was remembering their epic karaoke session in the Nashville restaurant where she’d learned he couldn’t handle hot wings, had no singing talent, and gave epic kisses in the rain.
As he went inside, the book on Sebastian Cook closed once and for all.
Now, Wylder had another Cook brother to drag back to the dark side.
10
“Logan. Logan. Logan!” Wylder pounded on his bedroom door. It was late, way too late to be on the boys’ floor, but she’d evaded security as easily as she’d slipped into Killian and Logan’s suite. They really needed to start locking their door at night.
“Wylder?” Killian appeared from the bedroom behind her, rubbing his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to make Logan mad.” She waved to his door. “Go back to sleep.”
“Wylds?” Diego walked out behind Killian, and a smirk formed on her face.
“Mind out of the gutter.” Killian crossed his arms. “We fell asleep watching a hockey game.”
It was the most adorable thing ever, how they watched hockey together when Diego barely understood the game. He was fascinated by the stats, which she knew drove Killian nuts. As Killian said, no one should want to do math during a hockey game.
“I’m sure you guys did.” Wylder chuckled as she turned back to Logan’s door to pound on it again.
It swung open to reveal a disgruntled and rumpled shirtless Logan. “What?” The irritation lifted from his eyes when he saw Wylder. “Oh, hey.”
She huffed out a breath. “I just woke you up after midnight, dude, get mad at me.”
“What do you need?”
“You, come on.” She pushed him back into his room and closed the door behind him. In the dark, she fumbled for a light switch.
“What’s going on?” He reached for a shirt and pulled it on. Probably a good idea, because there was only so much shirtless Logan she could take.
“I want you to yell at me.”
“What?” He laughed, all sleep fading from his voice. “No.” He sat on the corner of his bed.
Jumping onto the bed next to him, she turned to face him and sighed. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing. Wylder, stop being weird.”
“There! You were almost mean.”
“Why do you want me to be mean?” He pulled his legs up onto the bed and turned to her.
