Page 88 of Because of Logan

“You were pretty cool under pressure out there.”

“I feel like I need a vacation.”

Steven laughs, but the sound lacks humor.

“Me too, bro. Me too.”

One of the TSU guys approaches, and Steven takes him to the side, explaining why I’m on the floor holding a passed-out girl in my arms, I’m sure.

We’re all relieved. This could have been so much worse. No innocent people died today. Just the asshole who thought it was a good idea to bring guns to the university to convince his wife not to divorce him.

I look around when a woman with an EMT uniform kneels next to us. The room is empty except for the five of us. Mrs. Orcher and the other students were quickly evacuated. Bruno lingers a few feet back, but Steven takes him out. It’s just me, Skye, and the EMT lady now.

She checks Skye’s vitals and asks questions I answer the best I can.

When Skye starts to come around, she whimpers, and the first word she says, even before she opens her eyes, is my name.

Chapter Forty-One

“Logan?”

“I’m here, baby. I got you. You’re safe. It’s over.”

I try to reach for Logan, but my arm is trapped in someone’s hand. I find a woman holding my hand, a stethoscope on my wrist and a blood pressure cuff on my upper arm.

I look at it. Logan reads the confusion in my face.

“You passed out. We’re just making sure you’re okay.”

“Her blood pressure is a little low, but I think she’s okay,” the woman says to Logan.

She looks at me.

“How do you feel, honey? Do you want to go to the hospital?”

I shake my head.

“No hospital, thank you. I just feel a little dizzy. I’ve never fainted before.”

“That happens sometimes when someone is under a lot of stress. Just take it easy for the next couple of days.”

“I got her,” I hear Logan say, and the EMT lady packs her things and leaves.

Just the two of us left in here now.

“Are you okay? Where’s everyone? Is anyone hurt? What happened? Is he... dead?”

Questions tumble out of my mouth, one after the other, so fast that Logan doesn’t have a chance to answer me.

He pulls me into his chest and holds me tight. His Kevlar vest digs into me, but I don’t complain.

I’m sitting on the floor, between his knees, and he’s completely wrapped around me. The heat from his body, his scent, his chest expanding as he breathes me in, his lips pressed on my forehead... it all calms me down, makes me feel safe.

I hold on to him.

I hold on, and I’m never letting go.

Chapter Forty-Two

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