After Logan had run onto the stage, Paris had turned back on her earpiece.

“Mayday! Mayday!” Michelle was yelling. “Kim!”

Paris had watched the whole thing, stunned. She shoved her way through the crowd. “Back up!”

“Paris—what can I do?”

“Call 911!”

Logan. Logan. Logan. His eyes were closed.

She didn’t know how, but sirens were already screaming out. She got to his side, then felt a hand rip at her shoulder and push her back. “Get out of the way, he’s my fiancée!” Kim yelled down at her.

Shock and horror shot through her. Was Logan okay?

Kim’s rage-filled eyes met hers, and she jabbed a long, painted fingernail at Paris. “Get her out of here!”

* * *

Four hours later, Paris waited in the Emergency Room, staring at the police, keeping the public at a distance. She’d left her show to be run by Michelle and her team.

Every part of her was shaky and she thought about how she hadn’t eaten in a long time.

Logan’s agent, Kim, and a few others were in the waiting room, too. Kim kept shooting her periodic death glares.

Finally, a doctor came out and stared at Paris. “He’s asking for you.”

Paris ignored the anger coming off of Kim and followed the doctor.

The minute she got into his room, she knew he remembered. The look in his eye, the way he didn’t look at her like he had before.

A hollow feeling spread in her. She put her hand to her stomach, feeling nauseous.

The doctor went through everything with her. “He re-injured the previous hit.” The doctor pointed to the back of Logan’s head. “We would like to keep him for a couple of days and run a few tests. For example …”

Logan held up a hand. “Doc, please give us a minute. Then I’ll have you run through those details with my fiancée.”

The numbness of all the years before slammed into her, making her step back, bracing herself against the door. What she’d been afraid of since Logan came back into her life was happening right before her eyes. She felt herself blinking.

Logan’s lip curved into a small smile. “Pear, it’s …” He shook his head. “That was crazy.”

He looked tired. She knew this man lying before her wasn’t the man she’d been falling for. “Don’t.”

He let out a long breath. “Well …” He paused to fish for more words, which was ridiculous, because he hadn’t been able to shut up the past few days. Their eyes met, searching.

She put her hands up. “I’m glad you’re okay. I better go.” She turned, feeling like she was getting dumped. It hurt. Pain ripped through her chest. She had to get out of here. Traitorous tears filled her eyes and she wanted to claw them out to stop the downpour. She hated herself for revealing so much in this moment.

“It’s all hazy, but I remember it all. I remember everything.”

“Okay.” She said it like the one time in fifth grade when she ended up going to the principal’s office for fighting. Another kid had walked by her in the lunch room and hit her in the gut, for no reason. She’d had to stand there and explain it to the principal. That had been when she was a lot nicer of a human being and she’d been terrified of getting in trouble because of what her mother would say; even though it was all a misunderstanding, she’d barely been able to squeak out a breath.

That was exactly how she felt in this moment. Even by the simple, piercing look he gave her, she was folding in on herself.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a second. “Look, Pear, I don’t know what the last couple of days were, but it wasn’t … I mean, that couldn’t be our life, right? I mean …” He flinched and pain fluttered over his face. “You and Shane, you’re doing the kid thing, right? And that’s going good for you. And if you need money, you can have whatever you want.”

She felt like she was in a courtroom and Logan was justifying why he never paid child support. It made her skin crawl, like she was begging for something she didn’t want. “Go to hell, Logan.” She rushed out past the waiting area and Kim, who she didn’t even look at, and ran out the doors, past the snapping cameras and to her car.

Shane waited at her car, opening the passenger door for her and shielding her from the press.

She couldn’t even feel bad or refuse his help because people were following them, pressing in on her car, trying to get a picture. All she could do was cover her face and cry and let Shane save her from the effects of Logan … again.