Page 60 of Wylder & the Rising Rockstar
Just as suddenly, Logan pulled away, shoving her back.
The angry glower was back on his face as he shook his head and darted out of the room, leaving her alone and angry in a house with far too many Cooks.
17
For the first time in a while, Wylder hadn’t wanted winter break to end. She hadn’t wanted to return to her friends at the academy, to Logan, and have to pretend like she understood anything that was happening.
Yet, here she was, standing in her room with nowhere to go. Normally, she’d head straight for Killian and Diego, needing to see her besties after two weeks away from them. Unlike last year, Killian actually flew home to Texas for break to see his family. Last time, Diego brought them to Ohio as a surprise since they couldn’t afford to bring Killian home.
That was the kind of relationship Wylder wanted, and she hadn’t even realized it until it was in her grasp. Not fun—though she wanted some of that—but something real, something supportive. The buy-your-family-a-plane-ticket kind.
Or in her case, the try-to-save-your-brother’s-career type that she’d let slip out of her fingers. She didn’t know how she was going to get up on stage at the end of the week with the wrong Cook twin at her side. Luke was good, better than good, and his guitar playing was epic, but he wasn’t Logan. He’d make their performance fun, but he wouldn’t need her up on that stage.
Maybe that was what drew her to Logan. The way he looked at her… it was like she was all he needed to feel confident, in control.
Except, he’d been anything but in control when she saw him over break. Running a finger over her lips, she remembered the scorching kiss she hadn’t been able to get out of her mind since it happened. It was more angry than anything else, but then, Logan had always liked her best when they fought.
Screw this. Logan couldn’t keep her away from Killian. Just because they were roommates didn’t mean she’d avoid their room. If Logan didn’t want to see her, tough. Classes would start tomorrow anyway, and he’d be forced to.
Kicking her still-packed duffel out of the way, she walked from her room. Devyn glanced up from her computer. “Five minutes.”
“What?”
“You’ve been back for five minutes, and you’re going to find Killian, aren’t you?”
Wylder nodded.
Devyn lifted one shoulder in a shrug, and her eyes drifted back to the screen in front of her. “I just thought it wouldn’t take you so long.”
Wylder hesitated with her hand on the door. “Do you want to come?”
Devyn laughed. “I’m good. I don’t need to be with you every second of every day. What you and Killian have is kind of weird.”
“Aw, Dev, you say the nicest things.” She bounced over to her and tried to hug her, but Devyn stuck out a hand, holding her off.
“Go hug Killian or Diego if you need to be all touchy feely.”
“Admit it, roomie, you kind of missed me over break.”
Devyn suppressed a smile, but Wylder didn’t miss the twitch of her lips. “You wish.”
Wylder winked before walking out into the hall. The closer she got to Killian and Logan’s suite, the harder it became to breathe. All her mistakes flashed in her mind, things she wished she could take back. She’d never been one for regrets, short memory and all, but with Logan, it seemed that was all she had.
Outside Killian’s door, she hesitated with her hand lifted to knock. Knock? Who was she? Wylder never knocked. Yet, she no longer felt like she could just barge in. Nerves gathered in her stomach, twisting her in knots. Logan might not even have moved back in from his brother’s townhouse yet. That was what she told herself as her knuckles rapped against the door. Logan wouldn’t be there. She’d almost convinced herself of that when Killian opened the door, his brow furrowing.
“Why’d you knock?”
Without answering, Wylder rushed him, barreling into his chest to wrap her arms around him.
“Whoa, Wylds.” He kicked the door shut, and hugged her back. “Are you okay?”
She nodded against him.
He snorted. “Yeah, you seem okay. Come on. I know what you need.” He led her over to the kitchenette and opened a cabinet, reaching on his toes to dig in the back. He pulled a package of Oreos free.
Wylder laughed as she wiped tears from her face. “You get me, Killer. You sure you don’t want to leave Diego and run off with me?”
“Positive. But you could be the third member of our thruple.”
