Page 143 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

Logan?

No.

Not this again.

“Go away,” I say.

“Uh, what was that, Logan?”Jonny Red asks, his voice teetering on the edge of nervous amusement.

I blink, forcing myself to look away from Katrina’s perfect eyes, only to find myself beneath Knox’s unyielding glare in the radio station booth.

This memory again.

Except it’s not a memory, is it? It’s some twisted vision my brain keeps imprinting over it. My first true look at Katrina Benton. The first time I felt the breath leave my lungs, my throat go tight, and—yeah—my blood rush straight south.

Why is she there every time I close my eyes?

I can’t escape her. Even now she looks at me through the glass in that same calm way, the same loving eyes. Even after I broke her heart. After I confirmed every fear she ever had about me.

I’m the enemy.

Always have been.

Katrina taps the glass. What should be a gentle thud feels more like a pounding. It jolts me awake, though I hadn’t been sleeping so much as drifting somewhere between guilt and exhaustion. No rest to be found there, anyway.

I open my eyes to the all-too-familiar ceiling of my Botsford Plaza suite. My guitar rests nearby, untouched. A stack of blank yellow sticky notes sits beside it, equally useless. No need to practice for a competition the rival band isn’t even showing up for.

We win by default.

Yay.

The door shakes again. Louder this time.

My girls are persistent. I’ll give them that much.

I roll off the couch. “Tesla, I told you—” I start, dragging myself to the door. “I don’t want?—”

I open the door and stop.

Not Tesla.

Not Goldie.

It’s Knox Benton in the hall. His leather jacket hangs off his sunken frame as he glares at me. His face hardens for a flash before it softens again.

“Is she here?” he asks.

“She who?”

“Don’t screw around, man. Is my sister here or not?”

“No,” I answer.

Unconvinced, he cranes his neck to look past me. “Katrina!”

I step back, leaving the door open wide. “She’s not here. But go ahead and search the place if it’ll make you feel better.”

I flop back onto the couch.

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