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  "Oh my God, you really are into your sick little games, aren't you?” Her lip curled as she shook her head. The corners of her eyes wrinkled suspiciously.

  "Piss off Logan, I never want to see you again!” she hissed at him, darting sideways.

  Logan made a grab for her as she shot past him through the parked cars at the side of the road, but he was too late. The car came out of nowhere, the screech of brakes carving themselves into his mind before the hideous thud as it hit the woman he'd only just realised he loved.

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  Rae woke slowly, encased in comfortable darkness. She drifted in the warm cocoon. She frowned, something tugging at the edges of her memory. There was a reason she should wake up, but at the moment she didn't really want to. Awareness crept over her by slow degrees, pain flaring all over her body. She sucked in a sharp breath. Okay, that was what her subconscious had been trying to tell her.

  The screech of brakes and the honk of a car horn came back to her. A hideously painful thud that stole her breath away. Then darkness. A car ... She'd been hit by a car.

  A voice intruded on her thoughts, separating itself from the background noise to become clear and sharp. “Yes, I'm her husband ... Logan Fyre. Thank you doctor, I'll stay until she wakes up. No, I'm fine thank you, there's a coffee machine down the hall so I'll make myself comfortable. Thank you for everything you've done, I'm just relieved she's going to be okay."

  Rae opened her eyes as the door closed behind the doctor to find Logan sitting next to her. He smiled as she blinked, looking around the room to orient herself, and wrapped her hand in both of his. His thumb stroked over the back of her knuckles, his eyes warm. An expression she hadn't thought she'd see again on his face.

  "You're not.” Her voice emerged as a croak. She swallowed to ease the dryness. Everything smelt and tasted antiseptic.

  "I'm not what, love? Here, let me get you some water...” He looked around for the water jug, starting to pull away but Rae held on. He'd said he was her husband and she wanted to know why. What sort of game was he playing now?

  "You're not my husband,” she stated, her expression wary as she looked at him.

  He turned back to her, sitting still. His eyes locked with hers, open and honest. “No, I'm not. But I'd very much like to be ... If you'll have me."

  His gaze flicked down, his expression drawing in pain as he frowned. His eyes red-rimmed with exhaustion, stubble on his chin and his hair standing on end, he looked like he'd been to hell and back.

  "When you ... When the car hit you ... I thought I'd lost you.” Naked anguish filled his eyes. “I thought the last thing you believed was that I was still playing games, not that I—” he took a deep breath, pulling her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “Not that I love you."

  He loved her! Rae closed her eyes, emotion flooding over her and bringing her close to tears. There was no question of whether she believed him or not. Even Logan couldn't fake the honesty and love written on his face.

  "Please Rae, put me out of my misery,” he begged. “Say there's a chance for us. That I haven't completely screwed up with my stupid games."

  She smiled, her fingers tightening on his. Love and hope uncoiled from the small corner of her heart she'd locked them into, expanding and filling every cell of her body. “We both played games Logan.” She reminded him softly, her smile starting to spread over her lips.

  He shrugged, “Yeah, but mine—"

  "Shhh.” She grinned. “I love you, you love me, so come here and kiss your wife, Mr. Fyre."

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  About Mina Carter

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  Playing with Fyre was one of those stories which evolved out of a phrase—playing with fire—and a single image. The image was a stock image of a model who—to me—looks like Paul Bettany. I'm a very visual person and the look on the model's face just sparked ideas. The main one being, what would make someone pretend to be someone's wife? It would have to be something big, really big, for that. But what if that person knows? And plays along?

  In my tiny mad little author's brain everything got connected and brewed with coffee. Playing with Fyre is the end result. I really enjoyed writing about Logan and Raelyn and I hope you enjoyed reading their story. If you did, feel free to drop me an email at [email protected] or stop by my site to read more of my work!

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