Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Beth K. Vogt

Author:Beth K. Vogt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Howard Books

FIFTEEN

If there is no struggle, there is no progress.

—FREDERICK DOUGLASS (CA. 1818–1895), LEADER OF THE ABOLITIONIST MOVEMENT

The parking lot at the sports arena was starting to empty out. Logan wove the battered rental car through the stream of people making their way from the building to their cars, pulling into a row of vacant parking spaces.

“People must be eager to get home and find out what kind of damage they’re dealing with.” Vanessa unbuckled her seat belt. “Can’t blame them.”

“Most, if not all, of them are probably going home to no electricity for at least the next twenty-four hours.” Logan motioned to some people cleaning up shattered glass from blown-out car windows. “And quite a few are going to deal with stuff like that before they go anywhere.”

“True. But I’m thinking a lot of people are saying, We’re alive, and that’s the most important thing.”

“Agreed.” Stepping out of the car, he ran his hand along the scarred hood. “It’s going to be interesting turning this back in to the rental agency in a couple of days.”

Vanessa shaded her eyes with her hands as she scanned the parking lot. “Don’t remind me. I’ll be doing the same thing before I leave—and, no, I didn’t purchase the extra insurance.”

“You want me to go with you while you take a look?”

“No, thanks. I want to check on the Wrights first. I appreciate your team staying with them, but I never expected to be gone overnight.” The air around them was overloaded with humidity. “And I want to report to the medical team, too.”

“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go find the group, and then while you check in with the medical team, I’ll take Brady to check out your car.”

“Logan, you don’t have to do that.”

“You can’t take the Wrights home if Cressida blew out your car windows, can you?”

“No.”

“Well, you’re not the only one who drank lemonade on the Wrights’ back porch, you know.” Logan ran his fingers through his hair. “Have you forgotten Mr. Wright’s crazy bird that used to sit on my head?”

“No—do you remember all the times Mr. Wright laughed and said, ‘Nice hat, Logan’?”

“Yeah, and I said, ‘Thank you, sir. I got it special-order from Australia.’ ”

“And he laughed every single time.”

“Indeed he did.”

Just as they entered the arena, laughter flowing between them, Vanessa’s cell phone buzzed.

“Oh, sorry. It must be—” Vanessa checked the phone. “—Ted . . . wanting to know if I’m okay.”

“Surprising he got through. You probably want to take that.”

“Yes.” Vanessa stayed back at the doors.

“Go ahead—I’ll find Jules and the guys.”

“And the Wrights.”

“Yes—them, too.”

“Tell them I’ll be right there—”

Logan backed away. “Sure thing.”

Vanessa covered her ear with one hand as she answered the phone, hoping to shut out the noise all around her. “Hello?”

“Vanessa? Are you okay, babe?”

Ted’s voice was a precious bit of normal after twenty-four hours when her life had spun out of control. Vanessa closed her eyes, blocking the sight of Logan disappearing into the crowd milling around the arena floor.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine.

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