Page 42 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
He matched her grin and leaned back against the couch. They sat on the floor of the common room Logan shared with Killian, a notebook spread out before them. “You know, this song was actually fun.”
“Who knew writing something so bonkers would be kind of exhilarating?”
“Bonkers, huh?”
“Yeah.” She crossed her arms. “What’s wrong with bonkers?”
“I’m not sure I know anyone else who has ever used that word.”
“Then you haven’t known anyone as cool as me. Now, move aside.” She didn’t wait for him to move as she lunged over his lap for the bag of Oreos. Losing her balance, she let out a squeak as she fell on him. “Oops.”
“I think someone is drunk on velociraptors.”
Wylder laughed as she pushed herself off him and opened the Oreos. “You’re not such a bad partner, Mr. Cook.”
“Why, Miss Anderson, you do flatter me.”
She swatted his arm. “I’m being serious, you dork.”
“That’s new.”
“Will you just shut up? I’m trying to do the nice thing and say it hasn’t been completely detestable partnering with you.”
“Aw.” He placed a hand over his heart. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
She bit into an Oreo and hid her smile. He was right. She definitely didn’t hate him anymore. Logan Cook was the most infuriating guy she knew. He was annoying and smug, but he could also be something else.
And that something else kept her counting down the hours until she got to work with him again.
“Who took my Oreos?” Killian stood in the kitchenette, peering into a cabinet. She’d been too distracted by Logan to see him come in.
Shoving the package into Logan’s hands, she scrambled to her feet. “It was your roomie. You really need to watch him.” She crossed the room to wrap an arm around Killian’s waist and gave him an innocent look.
Killian leaned down, dropping his voice. “I know it was you.”
She twisted away from him. “Well, maybe I was saving you. Shouldn’t your hockey-star self be on a diet that doesn’t include Oreos?”
“They’re my one cheat. Give them back.”
“No. I’m doing you a favor, Killer, helping your game. When you reach the NHL, you’ll have to thank me.”
He chased her back toward the couch, and she screamed as he caught her around the waist and lifted her off her feet. “Don’t. Eat. My. Oreos,” he growled.
“Yeah, Logan.” She laughed. “You heard the man. You really shouldn’t steal your roommate’s food.”
Logan held his hands up. “I thought she brought them, man.”
Wylder didn’t try to break Killian’s hold on her. It would’ve been no use. She knew what was coming next. He hesitated for only a moment before launching her toward the couch. She landed on her side and glared at Killian. “It’s not fair to just throw me around like a rag doll.”
Killian snatched his Oreos from Logan. “And it’s not fair to eat my cookies.”
She sat up and stuck her tongue out.
“Real mature, Wylds.”
