Katrina
I’m okay! Slept in. Getting dressed now.
I grin.The morning of the wedding. The morning she woke up hungover in my bed. Naked.
From the texts, she wasn’t too honest about it, either. In fact, she flat outliedabout it.
It all couldn’t bethateasy, could it?
Would little Katrina Benton falling into bed with the enemy be enough to sunder Criminal Records for good?
What would big brother do if he knew I was here right now?
Then again, members of Criminal Records seem to fall into bed with people they shouldn’t all the time. And Katrina’s empathy and understanding might not be exclusive to her. They might not even care at all.
Then why would she lie about it?
I have to keep this up. As much as I hoped to find what I needed tonight to get this over with, it doesn’t look like there’s much here. Katrina’s as squeaky clean as she appears.
She won’t be when I’m done with her.
The thought sends another guilty charge through my core as the sound of her moans echoes in my memory.
Christ. What the hell am I doing?
I close the apps and stick the phone back in her purse where she left it.
21
KATRINA
Istartle awake to the sound of my doorbell echoing up the stairs.
Blinking, I push the blanket off and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet hitting the floor?—
Carpet.
I frown. Something feels off.
I never sleep barefoot.
Glancing down, I realize I’m still wearing my sundress from yesterday.
GOOD MORNING!
A yellow sticky note greets me from the bedside table. Next to it, a coffee mug sits, steam curling from the top, the scent rich and inviting.
DRINK ME,another note on the handle reads.
Logan?
In an instant, last night floods back—coming home, the piano, the music. The way we kissed, and kissed, and…kissed some more.
Heat prickles up my neck. He stayed. We must have talked for hours until we drifted off.
I twist around, scanning the bed, but Logan’s not here.
Then voices downstairs. The front door opening. Morning pleasantries. Thank yous and goodbyes.