Page 56 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“Thanks for that.” Logan bumped her shoulder.
“Anytime.”
“I don’t know how you do it, Wylds, but you’re the cure for my stage fright. Every time you get my mind off what I’m actually doing.”
“Stick wi’ me, mate, and I’ll make you a bloody star.”
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“If I forgot to tell you earlier, you look really nice today.” Logan walked up the front steps to Wylder’s house right behind her mom.
“Oh, thanks,” Wylder whispered. “I feel like I should warn you about my dad before we go in.”
“He going to give me the third degree?”
“No, but he’s Beckett Anderson’s father, so don’t say I didn’t warn you. That apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.”
“Gotcha.” Logan squeezed her hand before they stepped through the front door.
“Make yourself at home, Logan,” Wylder’s stepmom ushered them into the living room. “I’ll just go check on dinner.”
“Yeah, make sure Dad didn’t set the kitchen on fire.” Wylder shrugged out of her coat.
“He insisted on grilling out even though it feels like it's forty below outside.” She shook her head and left them to investigate dinner.
“I hope he didn’t go to any trouble on my account.” Logan slipped out of his jacket. He wore a charcoal V-Neck sweater and dark jeans, and he smelled so good, Wylder scooted closer on the couch.
“I should also warn you about Steak Club.” She winced.
“Steak Club?” He gave her his half grin/smirk.
“Oh, crap, I forgot to ask. You eat steak, don’t you?”
“Frequently.” Logan leaned back against the couch cushions.
“Good.”
“So, Steak Club?”
“It’s this stupid thing my dad and my brother came up with years ago. Our bio mom wasn’t the greatest. I think I already told you she was an addict, and it was hard for Becks growing up with that. I don’t remember it as much because Dad left with us when I was still really young, but Becks struggled, and so they made up steak club. It’s this pact that no matter how bad your day might have been or what you’re dealing with, nothing can touch you at steak club. It’s just good food, fun, and usually comes with a healthy dose of parent pep-talk or Becks pep-talk when they're not around.”
“Sounds great.” Logan nodded. “And it smells incredible. I haven’t had a decent steak in ages.”
“Then you’re in for a treat, young sir.” Wylder’s dad stepped into the living room wearing a tattered orange apron that said Kiss the Cook.
“Mr. Anderson.” Logan stood and reached to shake her dad’s hand. “Thank you for the invite. It came at a great time.”
“You’re welcome. Glad to meet you, son. I can imagine that school of yours gets a little stifling at times. We can’t keep Wylder on campus much. She sneaks out a lot. Thinks we don’t know it.”
“I’ve noticed.” Logan laughed.
“Come on in, guys,” Wylder’s mom called from the dining room. “Dinner’s about ready. Logan what can I get you to drink? Wylder’s dad makes some really gross Kombucha, or we have soda, iced tea?”
“Tea would be great. Thank you, Mrs. Anderson.”
This was weird. Wylder followed them into the dining room. She’d seen Becks do this with his friends and girlfriends through the years, and frequently since he’d started dating Nicky, but it was weird bringing one of her friends to steak club.
“How do you like your steak, Logan?”
