Page 169 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“Yes,” he says. “Marry me, Katrina. Tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“After the concert,” he says. “We’ll kick off the tour, put on a hell of a show together... and end the night at a chapel.”

“Logan...” My chest aches with the weight of the surprise. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” His thumb brushes along my hand. “I want to marry you tonight, Katrina Benton. And then I want to spend the next year of our lives on the best damn honeymoon ever imagined.”

Laughter bursts out of me. I can see it. Every vivid, ridiculous, beautiful moment. Hand-in-hand across the globe, playing our hearts out, making love in cities I never thought I’d ever see. Every night, a new adventure. Every morning, waking up next to him.

It makes sense.

All of it makes sense.

I drop to my knees and kiss him, my heart thudding like a drum. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, Logan. I’ll marry you.”

“Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

He kisses me, our lips smiling into each other. His hands slip from my cheeks to reach for the velvet box, and I feel the strong band slide down my finger, fitting perfectly.

“I love you, Katrina,” he murmurs, kissing the ring. “I want forever with you.”

I tumble into his arms, overwhelmed. “I love you, too, Logan,” I say, then laugh again. “I also kinda hate you, though.”

“You don’t have to take my last name,” he teases.

“No!” I laugh harder. “Not that. Though... yeah, I’ll probably keep mine if that’s cool.”

“It’s very cool,” he says, grinning.

“I meant...” I pull back, and he wipes away the tear sliding down my cheek. “You’re the one who doesn’t want to be late, but right now, all I want is for you to tear my clothes off.”

Logan laughs and pulls me up with him. “I think,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and steering us both toward the bed, “we can break the rules just this once.”

He kisses me again, and my whole body sings.

“Yeah,” I say, grinning up at him. “Just this once.”

My enemy. My lover.

Now, the rest of my days.

Yes. It makes perfect sense.

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KATRINA

The Sin and Sand is packed to the brim when we arrive. Rather than attempt the front entrance and get swallowed by the crowd, Logan and I slip around to the back, waiting for someone to let us in.

The door swings open as we reach it. Knox stands in the doorway, arms crossed, wearing his usual leather jacket and a glare.

“You’re late,” he says.

“My fault,” I say quickly, flashing a smile. “I couldn’t find my lucky underwear.”

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