Page 73 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“Someone really has to stop selling him those hats.” Luke shook his head ruefully.
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“You’re Wylder Anderson.” Wide incredulous eyes stared at Wylder under the brim of a hat shaped like a slice of pizza.
“That’s what they call me.” Wylder shoved some cash into the guy’s outstretched hand.
“This is crazy.” The guy grinned, reaching for his phone. “Would you?” He held his phone up.
“Aren’t you the guy Nicky requests because you don’t make a big fuss over my brother?”
“Yeah, Becks is great. We’re buds, but you’re Wylder.”
“I’m nobody.” She grabbed the stack of pizzas, hoping he’d get the hint.
“I’ve seen your videos like a thousand times. You’re so talented. And pretty. Didn’t you used to have dreads?” He took a step closer. “How about that selfie with me?”
“Thanks for the sustenance.” Wylder backed away, putting the door between her and the pizza guy.
“It was nice meet—”
“Pizza’s here,” she called as she slammed the front door in his face.
Wylder set the boxes on the kitchen counter and went to grab plates and glasses.
“Great, I’m starving.” Luke took a seat at the kitchen counter and drummed his fingers against the granite.
“If you’re waiting for Wylder to serve you, you’re going to be waiting a long time, brother.” Logan took the glasses from her and went to fill them with ice.
“Right, sorry.” Luke reached for the plates and set them out for the others. “Are we having a party?” He helped himself to a slice of each. “Not that I’m complaining, but it’s just the three of us, right?” He eyed the four extra-large pizzas she’d had delivered.
“Wylder likes food. She always over orders.” Logan poured Coke into each of their glasses. “Which kind do you want?” He turned to Wylder.
“One of each. And don’t be stingy on the sizes.” She took her seat beside Luke.
“And she eats like a stoned truck driver.” Logan loaded her plate up and handed it to her before he made a plate for himself.
“Thanks for the pizza, Wylds.” Luke grabbed his plate and his drink. “But I’m not the best company tonight so I’m going to go hang out in the guest room, if you don’t mind.”
“Go for it.” Wylder tucked into her pizza and ignored the one Cook brother she still wasn’t sure she even liked.
“Sorry about him. He’s really not taking this well.” Logan took his brother’s vacant seat.
“Any news?” Wylder asked.
“Not yet. We should be hearing something about the interview the PR team wants Luke to do soon. But other than that, it’s been a quiet day. A little too quiet.”
“Do you know how you’re going to handle it yet?”
Logan sighed, taking a sip of Coke. “Not even a little bit.”
“What do you want, though? Just you. What matters most to Logan Cook?”
“Honestly, Wylds. I don’t know.”
20
The drive back to school seemed like it took twice as long as the trip up to Nashville had. None of them felt as though they’d accomplished anything. But at least Luke was with Becks and Nicky now and not trapped inside his huge house all by himself. Wylder just worried how this was going to affect Logan once it really hit him that he couldn’t do the one thing he loved anymore. The one thing he was good at.
