Page 155 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

He groans as laughter bursts out of me.

“Logan Milton Finkelstein...the Third!” I repeat, savoring every syllable.

He yanks the ID from my hand. “All right. That’s enough humiliation for one day.”

“I can’t believe three separate women looked at a baby and said,Yes. That’s a Logan Milton Finkelstein.”

“It’s merely one of many crosses I bear, kitty,” he says, stopping. “Sorry.Katrina.”

I reel in my laughter, but my smile lingers. “It’s okay, Logan,” I say. “You can call me kitty.”

His eyes go wide, hopeful. “I can?”

“Just not in front of my brother. At first.”

“Yeah, best not.”

“He’s not used to me dating. Still sees me as his baby sister, but...” I shrug. “He’ll come around. Assuming you two can get along.”

Logan hisses through his teeth, the sound comically doubtful as he grins. “I’ll do my best to be a good boy.”

“Thank you.”

“If he does.”

I arch a brow at him, and he smirks. “Then…”

I step closer. I touch the railing, my fingers grazing his. The warmth of him jolts through me like lightning. Like something…

Electric.

“I think we can work something out,” I say.

Logan closes the short gap between us. One hand finds my cheek, the other anchoring us to the railing, to the moment. “If that’s what you want,” he says.

“I want,” I say.

We kiss—and everything else falls away. It spreads across my skin, our lips parting as the kiss deepens, urgent and tender at once. His arms wrap around me, and I melt into him. Safe. Wanted.Loved.

Then I hear it.

Laughter.

Not just Knox’s. Addison and Jordan’s, too. And… Jonah’s?

I glance toward the swings. They’re empty now, but close by, gathered around a worn-out tetherball pole, are Knox and Jonah. They bat the frayed ball between them while Jordan and Addison shout playful commentary. Bronson stands nearby, arms crossed like a disgruntled gym teacher, his sharp eyes watching for every foul, every step out of line.

Laughter and smiles.

Play.

“I thought they weren’t talking,” Logan says, confused.

“They aren’t,” I say. “Doesn’t mean they can’t hang out.”

He looks at me, baffled. “You really are an unbreakable lot, aren’t you?”

“We’re all we’ve got,” I say, shrugging.

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