Crazy for Her(25)

Dani’s Jeep jerked forward as the crunch of metal against metal grated in Logan’s ears. His gaze jerked to the rearview mirror, a black Ford truck filling his vision. He floored the gas pedal in an attempt to pull away, but the Jeep was already veering toward the embankment.

The black truck caught the left side of the Jeep’s bumper, and the driver increased his speed, causing Dani’s SUV to veer off the road. The Jeep’s right front wheel dipped as it slid over the edge of the slope.

Shit. As he sailed through the air, he regretted his treatment of Dani since the slashing of his motorcycle’s tires. The last thing he’d seen in her eyes was hurt at the cold shoulder he’d given her. It was fucking sad her last memory of him would be how he’d turned his back on her.

The Jeep hit the ground about halfway down the incline, then tumbled end over end, taking down small trees on its wild ride. Logan’s last thought was that the Iceman would have seen the danger coming.



 Dani lifted the blinds and peeked out. It would be dark soon. Where was Logan?

“A watched pot never boils.”

She dropped the blinds and looked at Scott. “What does that have to do to with anything?”

He muted the baseball game. “Just saying. Peeking out the window every two minutes isn’t going to make him appear. You’re as squirrelly as a nut-hiding squirrel.”

Dani laughed—his intention, she was sure. “Sorry. I know Logan’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself better than most. It’s just that he should have been back by now.”

“Mr. I Can Kill You With My Little Finger is just fine, darling. Why don’t you fix us a cup of that special blend of green tea of yours and come sit with me? The Marlins are tied with the Braves in the bottom of the sixth.”

“Okay.” Not that she would be able to enjoy watching a game with Scott as much as she usually did, not until Logan was safely home. Something was wrong. He would have called if he were going to be this late. Unable to resist one more look out the window, she saw Jared’s car turn into her driveway.

“Jared’s here.”

Scott’s face lit up. Dani tried not to envy that he was in a loving relationship. She cherished her friendship with Scott and Jared, enjoyed being around them, but sometimes it was hard. Their happiness was a reminder of all she had lost.

“Sorry, would have been here sooner, but had to go around the long way,” Jared said, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he entered. “Cops had the road closed because of an accident.”

Was it possible for one’s heart to take a dive to one’s toes? Yes. Yes, it was. “Something’s happened to Logan,” she said, grabbing Jared’s hand. “Scott, stay with Regan. Lock the door and don’t open it for anyone but me, Jared, or Logan.” She dragged Jared outside.

“Whoa.” Jared pulled her to a stop. “What the hell, Dani?”

“It’s Logan. I know it is. Please, I have to go to him.”

He put his hands on her shoulders. “I hope you’re wrong, but you have to calm down. If it’s him, you won’t do him any good like this.”

He was right. She took deep, calming breaths and then pushed away. “Let’s go.”

Jared followed her to his Mustang and opened the passenger door before jogging around to the driver’s side.

Several miles down the road, Jared slowed as they approached a police car positioned across the two-lane country road. The cop leaning against the hood held up a hand, then approached them. “Sorry, this road is closed for at least another hour. You can go around by taking Rambling Creek Road, left on Graveyard Street, then another left at Two Branch Road. That’ll bring you back to Woodvine.”

Dani shivered at the officer’s mention of Graveyard Street. Every time she drove by it, she wondered who would willingly live on a road with such a name. She opened the door and jumped out of the Mustang.

The officer stepped in front of her. “Ma’am, please get back in the car.”

Jared stepped up beside her before she could scream at the cop to let her by. He placed his hand under her elbow and gently squeezed. She pressed her lips together and let him explain.

“Can you tell us what kind of car it was?” Jared asked.

“A red Grand Cherokee.”

“Oh God,” Dani whispered, and grabbed hold of Jared’s arm.

“That’s her car, officer. She loaned it to her friend. Is he—”

“He’s alive,” the cop interrupted. “Come with me.”

Ahead, Dani saw an ambulance, a fire truck, and several police cars parked on the road, but there was no sign of her Cherokee. Had they towed it away already? When they were within a few yards of the ambulance, she pulled her hand out of Jared’s and ran. Wearing a bandage on his head, Logan sat on a stretcher—his legs dangling over the side—talking to a man wearing a suit.