men to move her until she lay cradled in Logan’s big arms.
“I’ll take her,” Cole ordered. Then as if she weighed nothing more than that of a doll, she was shifted from one set of arms to another. “I got you,” Cole whispered against her hair.
They made their way backstage where Dr. Martin met them. “This is getting to be a habit with you guys,” he half joked as Cole placed her on top of something soft. “Amber, can you hear me?”
She nodded but kept her eyes closed.
“Tell me what’s going on with you.”
“I feel dizzy and nauseous,” she murmured.
“Anything else?”
“Tired.” She let her head lull to the side. “Very tired.”
“Did you not sleep well last night?”
“Not at all,” she replied. “Too stressed about what happened.”
“Have you been sleeping well otherwise?”
“Not really.” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten a complete night’s sleep without waking at least twice.
“Okay. Have you been feeling sick before now?”
She shook her head.
“What did you have for breakfast?”
“I didn’t,” she managed to reply. “I wasn’t hungry.”
“You haven’t eaten at all today?”
She ventured to open her eyes a slit and shook her head.
“What did you have for dinner last night?”
“Nothing.”
His face screwed immediately into a frown. “When did you last eat?”
She took a moment to think. “Lunch yesterday.”
He pursed his lips, causing his frown to deepen. “Take her to the infirmary.”
PANIC SHOT THROUGH Cole, and he grabbed Dr. Martin’s arm. “Doc?”
The doctor patted his hand. “No worries. I don’t believe it’s anything serious.”
Cole turned his attention down the hall and watched the medics disappear around the corner with her. “Are you sure? She looks so pale.”
“Positive.” Dr. Martin smiled. “She’s exhausted, but I doubt it’s much worse than that. I’m going to administer an IV and make sure she’d hydrated. I need you to go to catering and bring some food over to the infirmary. Once she’s well hydrated and nourished, you can take her back to the hotel for some much needed sleep.”
Relief flooded through him, and he gave the doctor a nod. “Got it. I’ll be there shortly.”
He turned back to Logan, Lexi, and Jason. “So who is going to tell Mark about this?”
Lexi rolled her eyes. “After what happened last night, the poor guy will have a freaking stroke.”
“Regardless,” Cole replied, “he needs to know. Amber won’t be able to wrestle tonight, which means our entire segment needs to be rewritten or replaced. Better to tell him now while there is still time to change the program.”
He exchanged looks with Logan and Jason, who both turned to stare at Lexi. Her eyes widened, and she took a full step back. “Oh no.”
“Come on, Lexi, please,” Cole nearly whined. After everything that happened last night, Cole knew he wasn’t high on Mark’s list of favorite people. The task of dumping more bad news in Mark’s lap should definitely come from someone he liked and respected. Someone he wouldn’t hurt.
“Why me?” she protested.
“Because Mark won’t punch you for screwing up his show,” Jason replied.
“Chickenshit,” Lexi snapped.
“Bok bok, baby,” Jason shot back.
Cole glared at Jason. Didn’t he realize that he wasn’t helping the situation any with his name-calling? Putting on his best puppy-dog face, Cole turned back to Lexi. “I’ll be forever grateful.”
She sighed and narrowed her eyes at Logan. “I can’t believe you’re with them on this. Just throw me to the wolf to save your own hides. Real nice.” She folded her arms over her chest.
Logan’s lips tipped up to reveal a hint of a smile. His hand snaked out and caught Lexi by the hip; then he pulled her to him. Cole swore he could damn near feel the instant heat sizzle between them. “I promise.” He nibbled against the spot behind her ear. “If you do this for us, I will