Page 27 of C*cky Best Friend

“I looked over just after her fall.” His gaze lingers on my mouth as he adds, “Bad stuff happens sometimes. And you never see it coming. You’ve just gotta deal with it when it does.”

Wiping my mouth I ask, “Do I have something on my lips?”

“You did.”

“It’s gone now?”

“For the moment,” he frowns.

Confused, I make a face at him and hear someone shout my name. Down the hall, the cast is bundled up in coats and backpacks ready to turn The Vortex upside down. “You coming?”

I tug at Logan’s arm. “Come out with us. Why were you going home so early? This is our first night. Can you feel it, Logan? This musical is going to be a big deal. We have to celebrate. We can’t miss these moments.”

One of the singers hollers through her hands, “Logan! Don’t be a deadbeat. Your bed can wait. It’s empty anyhow!”

Lots of laughter at that one. I roll my eyes and call out to the cast as an idea springs up, “Guy’s, let’s skip burgers! Let’s have pizzas delivered to Marion’s hospital room!”

Everyone breaks out cheering. Even Logan lightens up, looking more like his old self as he nods and silently tells us all that he is in for that plan.

Asher walks out of his dressing room, looks our way. “I heard that. That’s a fantastic idea. Sam, ride with me?”

“Sure,” I grin, jogging over to take his outstretched hand. “Hurry up, Logan, we’re all starved!”