Page 37 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

I should tap it.

But the admittedly catchy chorus is only seconds away.

No one would know.

And who would care?

...Besides my brother. And all of my friends.

We don’t back down, we don’t play nice,

We’re gasoline and you’re the strike.

Flames are rising, set to burn,

Turn it up, it’s our turn now!

Damn, his voice is sexy.

Don’t worry.

Your secret is safe with me.

A slow heat unfurls along my spine, warm trembles licking up my skin. Eyes closed, I move to the rhythm, to the voice urging me to let go. To ignite. To boldly go where no Benton has gone before.

I sing along, the electric lyrics flowing through me, setting every nerve alight. I harmonize with him, our voices blending in ways I never expected.

“Ignite the night! Let it all explode,

Sparks fly high in the afterglow.

We’re wild, we’re loud, we’re built to shine,

Turn it up—this world is mine!”

My phone vibrates in my hand, jolting me. I nearly drop it as the song cuts off, replaced by my ringtone blasting through the speakers.

Addison calling.

Her name flashes across the screen, along with a photo of the two of us at Diablo Pink back in LA. The both of us grinning, slightly tipsy, leaning into each other.

I swipe off the Bluetooth and answer. “Hey, Addison.”

“Hey, Kat.” Her voice is stiff, cautious. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m at home.”

“Oh.Good.”A relieved exhale. “That explains the strange man who just answered your door in a bathrobe.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, I checked out this morning.”

“Already?”

Dragging my suitcase up the stairs, I grin. “We’ve been there since the end of the tour, Addy. And after three months on the road in hotels, I kinda need to sleep in my own bed for once. Plus, I miss Freddie.”

She makes an affectionate noise. “I bet he misses you, too!”

“But I can swing by if you wanna hang. We can do girly spa stuff or?—”

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