Page 160 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“La-la,” he whines. “Can’t we?—”

“Oh, my god!” she snaps. “Let. Her. Go!”

With a reluctant grunt, Monroe shoves me forward. I stumble off-balance, thankfully falling straight into Logan’s arms.

“I’ve got you, kitty,” he says, wrapping me up in him, holding me tight. His lips press to my forehead, warm and firm, steadying my feet.

Knox steps closer. “You okay?”

I nod, trembling. But safe.

“Are you hurt?”

I swallow hard to test my throat. “I’m fine,” I say. “Just... he scared me, that’s all.”

“Should we call the cops?” Logan asks, arms still around me.

“Actually...” Knox glances toward the hallway, cringing as Laurie slaps Monroe’s shoulder, barking at him like a woman possessed. “I think Harmony’s mom has this one covered.”

We all watch as Laurie shoves Monroe through the back door and follows him out, her angry voice echoing into the alley until the door slams shut behind them.

Logan strokes my back. “You sure you’re okay?” he asks, holding me close.

I look up into his eyes and smile. “I’m all right.”

He cradles my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing my cheeks, then dips down to kiss me—slow and sweet.

“All right, all right.” Knox groans behind us. “Break it up. Tonight, he’s the enemy.”

I ease back from Logan, but he catches my hand before I can step away fully. His fingers thread through mine, not quite ready to let go.

“Sorry, Knox,” I say, giving my brother a sly grin.

“Right,” Logan echoes. “Sorry, brother.”

“And quit it with thatbrothercrap,” Knox mutters, shooting Logan a glare. “We are not brothers. This—” he waves a finger between us, “—doesn’t make us family.”

“Yet,” Logan says, all charm and trouble.

“Never not ever,” Knox fires back, then jerks a thumb toward the guy’s dressing room. “Come on, Kat. It’s shot time.”

The second his back is turned, I pop up onto my toes and press another kiss to Logan’s lips. He smiles as we linger, letting the warmth between our fingers stretch for as long as possible.

Knox pauses in the doorway, eying me suspiciously as I approach. “The hell you grinning about?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I say, still staring at Logan. “I’m happy.”

“Paul Monroe almost strangled you.”

I shrug.

Knox stares at me like he’s trying to puzzle something out, then finally exhales hard, surrendering.

“Yo, Shock!” he shouts over his shoulder. “You coming or what?”

I smile at my big brother and mouth,thank you.

“Yeah, yeah.” Knox waves at Goldie and Tesla. “Shock Chicks. You, too. Come on. Plenty to go around.”

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