Page 101 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“Logan, you look beautiful,” she continues.

Hell, I might even blush.

“Which one felt better to you?” she asks.

I don’t answer. Instead, I close the space between us, cupping her face in my hands as I kiss her. The way her lips part beneath mine soothes my soul, but the fire beneath it is still there, still burning, threatening to consume me from the inside out.

I want her so badly. But I know that… not having her will hurt less than losing her.

And Iwilllose her when the truth comes out.

I’ll lose myself.

“Logan?” Katrina whispers, her lips brushing mine, stoking the fire in my chest. “What’s your real name?”

I pull back. “What?”

Her brow arches. “Your last name isn’t really Shock.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“How do you know?” I tease.

“Because it’s way too cool to be real!”

I chuckle. “Thank you.”

“Seriously!” She tugs at my shirt. “Tell me this, then. Is your first name really Logan?”

I slide my fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face. “Yes,” I say. “My first name is Logan.”

She accepts that; her smile warm, genuine.

“You tell me,” I say. “Is your name really Katrina Benton?”

She hesitates. Then, quietly... “No.”

I blink.

“Katrina is,” she clarifies. “But Benton was chosen. Knox and I chose it. After we left our family.”

My chest tightens. Hard. “It suits you,” I say softly.

“Thanks.”

I trace my thumb over her cheek, feeling the heat of her skin, the urge to hold her so strong it nearly swallows me whole.

Ah, hell.

She won’t believe me, anyway.

“Finkelstein.”

Katrina’s smile dips. “Bless you?”

“No. Finkelstein. That’s my last name.”

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