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Logan touched his forehead to hers. “Dammit.”
“Rest is the best thing for her, Lo.”
“I know.” The quick flash of her topaz eyes had gone through him like lightning. Just a hint of them between her heavy lashes. Then she was gone. He wanted to hold her hand, wanted to touch her, but everything was a war zone of danger signs.
Frustration lit through his blood.
He straightened and paced away.
He was going to lose his damn mind.
A light knock at the door had him snarling. “What?”
“I can come back.”
Logan closed his eyes. “No. I’m sorry, Christian.”
His bandmate came in hesitantly, ducking his head. “If you’re sure.”
Emerson followed him in, slapping his back. “We come with gifts.” A bag from a drugstore hung on his index finger. “And I have come just in time. You do not want your girl to wake up and see you like that.”
“Thanks, everyone,” Logan deadpanned. “I’m so glad that each and every one of you have come to tell me I look like baked shit.”
Emerson made a so-so gesture with his hand. “More like burnt shit.”
“Jesus, Em,” Zeke said on a groan.
“Too soon?”
Logan dr
agged his hand down his face. “Give me that.” Emerson had never been the tactful one of the group, but he was a master at giving people what they needed. He opened the bag to find two shot-sized energy drinks, a toothbrush, travel-sized mouthwash and shampoo, and a bar of Irish Spring—Christ, he didn’t even know they still made that.
“You have the tact of a ninety-year old geriatric patient with Tourette’s, but you always come through.”
Emerson’s teeth flashed out of his dense beard. “I try.” He glanced at the bed. “How’s our girl?”
“Getting there.”
Morgan came up the rear with a huge vase full of purple flowers of every variety. “At least our girl can wake up to something pretty instead of your mug.”
“I’m glad you’re all saving her from my repulsive self.”
Zeke leaned on his shoulder. “It’s all for her well-being.”
“Loud.”
Logan turned and dropped into his chair. “Iz.”
She licked her lips. “So loud. Can’t you see I’m sleeping?”
He laughed and cupped her cheek. “Ah, babe. We’ve been dying for you to wake up.”
Her eyes were blurry and she definitely wasn’t focusing on him. “Thirsty.”
“Shit.” He twisted around. “Ice chips?”
“On it.” Christian bolted from the room.
