Logan Kade (Fallen Crest #5.5)(53)

He was going to prove himself tonight?

I gulped. God, yes.

“Firecracker,” he whispered.

I loved how he said my nickname. I had, all month long. I felt drunk as I asked, “Yeah?”

His eyes went from my lips to my eyes and back, again and again. My brain shut off. The nightmare had taken away so much of my strength, and right now, being with Logan, feeling him so close, I wanted to completely turn off. The need to be in his arms again was burning me up, consuming all of me, and I didn’t give a damn.

“Logan,” I said. My voice was little more than a whisper.

He groaned and pulled back.

I felt him leave, and it hurt. My body actually ached, but I caught myself and held firm.

He laughed, his voice shaky. “I was two seconds from taking you here.”

“I was two seconds from letting you.”

He turned and shook his head. “I didn’t come over to your house for a sex marathon, I swear. But I’ve got a feeling that’s where we’re going.” It was where we always went.

His eyes darkened, skimming over my face and falling to my lips once again. A guttural groan left him.

“Why did you?”

“What?” He met my eyes again.

“Why did you come over?”

“Oh.” Somehow, the heat cooled. My question put a damper on him. I tried telling myself that was for the best.

I tried…

He cleared his throat, glancing back to the roller coaster. “Honestly? I came to make sure you were okay. You didn’t respond to my messages.”

“Oh, yeah.” The nightmare. I shoved that away.

“But you slept late.” His eyes narrowed, seeing through me again. “Right?”

I nodded. I had. That was the truth. I just didn’t tell him the reason why. I’d already slipped too much, though I’d begun to feel I could say anything to Logan. The thought of letting it out, talking about it for the first time without being forced, had my throat swelling with emotion. Did I even want to talk about it? It had been locked away for almost a year. My dad had read the report. He knew what had happened, but we hadn’t discussed it. Claire. Jason. They didn’t know.

Unless they talked to Eric, a voice said in my head.

Eric.

Everything went flat inside of me. The heat simmering and brewing in me from Logan went cold—as if a pot of water had been poured on it. I was left with bitter smoke instead. It filled my mouth with a sour taste.

“We’re going in there?” A car sat on the track, its door open and waiting for the next passenger.

“No, no.” Logan caught my hand before I could touch the car to get in. He pointed to a narrow walkway alongside the track. “We’re going up there.”

“Up there?” The roller coaster wound in circles, and the tallest point was the highest place in the entire park. “I thought we were just going to sit in the car or something. What about a plain boring warehouse? Or haunted house? Up there looks dangerous. Does that work? Is that safe?”

“It doesn’t, but my dad had a crew come out here. It’s safe to walk on. He can’t get sued, even if there are no trespassing signs.” He pointed to one pinned on the animal barn behind us. I could hear the chuckle in his voice. “You never know what idiots might come out here, scoping to see if they could throw a party.”

I turned back to him. “Is that why you come here?”

He hopped down onto the path and held his hands up for me. I went to him, and his hands rested on my hips as he lifted me and placed me on the path behind him.

“Yeah, the first time,” he said with a nod. “Then I realized the place is too big, too dangerous for a party.”

I didn’t want his hands to leave. “And since then?”

They did, but then his hand found mine. It fit perfectly. “And since then, it’s just for me. I rigged something up here. I don’t come here often, but sometimes I do when I want to be alone. Don’t start thinking I’m a pansy. It’s a new place for me. Trust me, my usual place to go think is the bar, but I don’t know. You can see all of Cain up there. A warehouse is easy to find, but not this. Come on.” He started forward. “I want to show you something.”





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TAYLOR


We were in another world.

That was what it felt like as we climbed to the highest part of the roller coaster. I refused to look down, and thankfully the path didn’t loop-the-loop when the tracks did. My stomach couldn’t have handled that. Once we reached the top, I saw what Logan was talking about. A solitary car sat at the crest of the biggest drop. It was clean and shiny. Logan’s must’ve wiped it down. When he opened the door so I could climb inside, I saw a blanket folded neatly in the back of the two-seater.

“Nuh-uh.”

“What?”

I pointed at the car. “I’m not getting in that thing. We’ll die.”

He laughed and shook the car. It rattled against the track, but it didn’t move. He shook it a little harder, and it still didn’t go anywhere. “I rolled it up here and bolted it down. This baby won’t go anywhere, and it can’t come off the track. Only way it’ll fall is if the track goes with it. It’s safe. I promise.”