Page 171 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

I roll my eyes and lean in, my voice near his ear. “Knox. We both know you don’t actually hate Logan or his band?—”

“We do, eh?”

“So, how about you cut them some slack? Or else this is gonna be a very long year.”

I drop my hand over his on the strings, my shiny ass yellow diamond ring pointing straight up.

“Yeah, well, I?—”

His voice trails off.

Slowly, he pulls his hand from beneath mine and pinches my fingers, eyes glued to the bling that definitely wasn’t there yesterday.

Knox looks up at me over his shoulder, his face full of shock.

I nod.

His eyes widen. “Really?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” I say. “We’re going to a chapel tonight after the show.”

“Really?”he asks, his jaw dropping.

I laugh. “Yes, really.”

The guitar clatters onto its stand as he jumps up and yanks me into a hug so fast I squeak. My feet leave the ground as he lifts me and spins us in two wide circles.

“I’m so happy for you,” he says, squeezing me so tight I can barely breathe.

“Really?” I whisper, chest tightening with emotion.

“Hell yeah!” he says, setting me down but keeping hold until I’m steady. “But you sure you wanna do ittonight?We could hold off a bit. Plan something big.”

“Nah. I’m not a big wedding kinda person. Small. Intimate.” I nod with finality. “That’s my jam.Youcan have the big, over-the-top Benton wedding.” I grin. “And when might we expect that again?”

Knox grumbles. “Never.”

My smile falters. “Why not?”

“Because we broke up.”

I gasp. “What?! Why? What did you do?”

“Me?!Why is it alwaysmyfault? You know, most of the times we break up, it’s totally on her.”

“Well…” Panic skitters in my chest. “Is Harmony still coming on the tour?”

“Yes, she’s still coming,” he says with a wave of his hand. “She’s in the dressing room now—throwing one of hertantrums!”he shouts in that direction, then looks back to me. “But thanks tothis—”he grabs my ringed hand and grins at it, “—she’ll be crawling back into my bed by the end of the night, so… go, team!”

I yank my hand back. “Will you please just marry her already?!”

He pouts. “Marriage is so not rock and roll.”

I blink at him.“Knox.”

“Well, it’s common,” he says. “Too common. Fucking everybody’s getting hitched lately. Jonah. You. Addison. It’s…trendy,”he adds with a bitter twist on the word.

“Three weddings in two years isn’t that strange—especially for our age group,” I say. “Would you please, at the very least, get back together with her before we hit the road tomorrow?”

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