Page 127 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“What say you, music fans?”Jonny Red keeps going.“Is it true love or just another publicity stunt?”

“Oh, fuck off,” I murmur.

“Either way, no matter the victor, it’s gonna be one awkward Thanksgiving, that’s for sure! Catch the Battle of the Bands live right here on K-RED?—”

I jab the screen to shut the app off before glancing toward the front doors of the Sin and Sand. The bar is currently closed. We aren’t here for fun. We’re here to iron out the last details with Pam before the tomorrow’s Battle of the Bands, and the Electrics are supposed to be meeting us here.

Any minute now.

“Well, well, well,” Addison teases, plopping onto the stool next to mine. “Now you know how it feels.”

“How what feels?”

“Having to spend a week away from your honey before the big day,” she says, nudging me with her elbow. “I see you squirming over here. Don’t lie.”

I smile, blushing. “Okay, yeah. It’s been a few days since we’ve seen each other. But I’m fine.”

She winks. “Sure you are.”

I laugh softly. “I’m fine, Addy! It’s not like I haven’t had plenty to keep me occupied.”

“Right. So easy not to think about him while you’re preparing to take him and his band down in a music competition.”

I sigh. “I have lousy taste in men, don’t I?”

“Not gonna lie to you, sweetie. It ain’t great.” She smirks over my shoulder. “Could be worse, though.”

Harmony drops onto the stool beside me, smiling widely. “Hi!”

I bite back a laugh as Addison chuckles beside me. “Hey, Harmony.”

“So, Knox sent me over here to find out where your ugly douchebag troll of a boyfriend is,” she says. “His words, not mine.”

“Hey!” Addison says, giving my shoulder a supportive pat. “That’s one less hateful adjective than last time! Maybe he’s coming around.”

“Yeah. Any day now.” I sigh. “I don’t know where he is. Last I heard, he said they’d show.”

“Only a few minutes late,” Addison says. “They’ll be here.”

“Yeah.” I check my phone. No unread texts. No missed calls. “They’ll be here.”

Harmony gives my back a gentle rub before heading off to relay the news—or lack thereof.

Then the front doors swing open, bathing the walls with afternoon sunlight. I twist on my stool, my heart jumping as Logan walks in. He holds the door open for Tesla, Goldie, and last, Priscilla, letting them pass before he closes it behind him.

My gentleman.

“So, what was it like?” Addison asks.

“What was what like?” I ask, turning to her.

Addison wiggles her brow suggestively as she looks at Logan.

“Oh.” I blush. “It was… good. Real good.”

“Yeah.” She nods like she’s known it all along. “That tracks.”

“Katriiiina!”Tesla squeals, beelining toward us. “Hey!”

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