Page 30 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“Knox does.”

Logan laughs. “Idiot.”

I smother my smile. “Our bands are rivals,” I say, quoting him. “Being here with you feels… wrong.”

“Wrong,” Logan repeats, rolling the word over his tongue like he’s tasting it. “Like you’re breaking the rules?”

“Yes,” I admit, holding my breath.

He nods once, then rises from the couch. “Well… it would appear to the casual observer…” He takes a few slow, deliberate steps toward me. My pulse kicks up, but I stand my ground, too damn curious to run, too intrigued by what he’ll say next. “That members of Criminal Records break their own rules regularly.”

“Do we?”

“Your brother and his pop star,” he says, stopping a foot away. “On again, off again. Public drama. Restraining orders.”

“Okay.” I nod, seeing his point. “But that was?—”

“Your guitarist,” he continues. “Falling into bed with your opening act. Same goes for your manager and your drummer.”

“Sure,” I say, dropping my gaze. “But those were?—”

“Jonah and his muse.”

I freeze. A warm shiver ghosts down my spine as he takes another step closer.

“Katrina,” he says, his voice soft and steady, but there’s nothing gentle about the way it settles in my chest. “If you’ll allow me one more question, one more honest answer.” His eyes hold mine, effortless. Unshakable. “Why is it okay for everyone to break the rules… except you?”

I don’t answer. I can’t.

Because suddenly, I’m not sure I know why.

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

I almost flinch. “I do?”

He nods, his face hovering so close to mine.

“What did I say?” I ask.

“Oh, nothing much,” he says, unblinking. “Just...Jonah. Jonah.”

“Oh.”

“Why not me?”

“Strange,” I say, clearing my throat. “Must have been having a weird wedding dream or something.”

Logan doesn’t buy it. His expression shifts—something softer now, something close to pity. “Don’t worry,” he says. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Panic grips my chest. “No,” I say, too fast. “There’s no secret. Jo and I are friends. Just friends. He’s...”

The words thin out, hollow as they leave my lips. Because I know.

And so does Logan.

“He’s a fool,” he says.

I shake my head. “No. He just fell in love with a different girl. That’s all. And Marla’s great. We’re good friends, and she’s... she’s his muse.”

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