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“No. I’m gonna say that you’re lying. If you don’t eat and get some sleep, you will be no good to Bella. At all.”
“I’m fine.”
“Oh really. Funny I haven’t seen you pull that action since we were twenty.”
Logan dragged a deep breath into his lungs through his nose and breathed through the pain. Migraines had plagued him after he found out what his father had done to him as a kid.
Betrayal, stress, starting over—all of it had pushed him over the edge as a kid. It really was a wonder that the migraines hadn’t come back earlier.
Izzy was the reason.
He knew it, but still didn’t want to face it.
Izzy was the reason a lot of his life continued to work after Aimee had made Swiss cheese of it. But he needed to be clear-headed and rational about what was going on. He didn’t have time to be weak.
Logan opened his eyes and blew out a muttered, “Shit. Help me get to Izzy’s room, will you?”
Zeke steadied him when he stood. “So, how bad’s the tunnel vision?”
“Manageable.” Fucking half the hallway was gone.
“Now I know you’re lying. You almost ran into Felix.”
Fuck.
“No comment? Yeah. Okay. In we go, buddy.”
There was no arguing when someone knew him that well. Zeke had helped him start over, helped him create All the King’s Men, and helped him trust that not every person on the planet was a scumbag like his father.
Zeke sighed. “How’s this? I’ll stay and sit by my favorite girl. I promise I won’t leave and I promise that if she even flutters those mascara-commercial lashes I’ll wake you up. We’ll get a cot in her room. She’s got her own full bathroom. You can even wash off the burnt toast aroma you’ve been wearing.”
Logan steadied himself against the wall. “Dick.”
“The least she deserves is a clean, semi-coherent fiancé when she wakes up.”
“Fine.” He’d hit his limit the day before and still had pushed. His body wasn’t going to allow it. That’s all there was to it.
“Finally some common sense. Good thing I’d already requested the cot.”
“Asshole.”
“Ahh, but I’m a smart asshole.”
Logan could hear the cheeky grin in his friend’s voice. Good thing he hurt too badly to kick his ass over it. Through the haze of the halo effect and tunnel vision, he spotted Izzy. Her face was turned toward the window and sunlight kissed her too-pale cheeks.
Zeke maneuvered him over to another bed and pushed him down. “Good night, Logan.”
“Fuck off.”
“You may go with, ‘Goodnight, John Boy’ or ‘Goodnight, my bestest friend in all of the galaxy’. Fuck off is not one of the options.”
Logan rolled onto his stomach. “Thanks, Z.”
“See? Was that so hard?”
“Yes,” he said against the thin pillow.
“Sleep, jackass. I won’t let anything happen to her.”
