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“I don’t have time to convince you, D, just don’t tell anyone I’m on the floor before eight.”
He straightened his glasses. “Can I tell Killian?”
“He already knows.”
That seemed to relax him. Diego never wanted to cause trouble, but he trusted Killian implicitly. “Okay.”
“Thanks, D.” She squeezed his arm as she passed to get to Killian and Logan’s door. It was unlocked, as usual, and she pushed it open.
Killian was right. There was no light coming from beneath Logan’s door. That wouldn’t do. The guy didn’t get to sleep soundly.
Clenching her jaw, she stormed across the common room and flung open Logan’s door without knocking. “Wake up.”
Wylder panted in the doorway, trying to hold herself upright as Logan stirred. She flipped the light on, and it took him a moment to open his eyes.
Confusion flashed across his face as he took her in.
Wylder stepped farther into the room, knowing her legs could collapse at any moment. Dramatic? Yes. But running was a killer.
Her chest heaved as she fought for both breath and words.
“What are you doing here, Wylder?”
She met his gaze and uttered three words. “I. Went. Running.”
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“Did you just say you went running?” Logan squinted at her as he sat up in bed, the blankets falling away to reveal him in all his shirtless glory. His brown hair stood straight up, giving him that rumpled, I woke-up-this-sexy hair.
“You’re too pretty,” Wylder blurted.
“Well, good morning to you, too. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Get up. If I can’t sleep, you don’t get to.”
“Where are we going?”
“Breakfast. Chop-chop.”
“You can’t possibly be hungry after last night.”
“Did you not hear me? I. Went. Running.”
Logan chuckled, tossing his blankets aside. “Work up an appetite, did you?”
“Something like that, now put some clothes on.” She turned on her heel, leaving him to dress without her staring since she couldn’t seem to peel her eyes off him.
Once in the hall, Wylder fell in step beside Logan, shoving her hands deep in her coat pockets.
“So.” He gave her a sly look. “Why couldn’t you sleep? Something keep you up?”
Even with bed-head, he looked good, and she was still red-faced and sweaty from her run. He’d never want to kiss her again.
“Just this and that,” she hedged. “Silly tractor-inspired lyrics running through my head all night, you know.”
“Sure, sure.” Logan nodded, holding the door to the dining hall open for her. “I slept like a baby.”
Wylder resisted the urge to wipe the self-satisfied smirk off his face. “Good for you.” She shouldered past a group of students and made her way into the cafeteria. Her stomach growled at the scent of something heavenly and spicy.
