Page 20 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

I woke up naked in his bed, and he’s here, and I’m dancing with him.

“What are you doing here?” I ask again, my breathing evening out, though my heart still hammers against my ribs.

“I told you,” he says, his voice curling through my ear like a ribbon. “We have to talk.”

I swallow hard, flashes of little yellow sticky notes dancing in my memory.

DRINK ME

TAKE ME

BAD KITTY

“Look, Logan…” I start, my throat dry. “I don’t know what happened last night.”

“No?”

“But whatever it was, it was a mistake.”

“Was it?” he asks, teasing.

“Yes,” I say firmly.

“Well, then, I think you’ll be pleased to hear that nothing happened.”

I lean back just enough to look at him, his silver-blue eyes steady on mine. I don’t know him at all, but I detect no lies. No deception. He looks at me the same way he did back in Chicago, when he crashed our rehearsal and asked for our help.

“Nothing happened?” I ask.

He nods.

“Then why—” I stop, glancing around for eavesdroppers, but everyone is lost in their own slow dances. I lower my voice. “Why did I wake up in your bed?”

His lips twitch. “Oh, that.”

“Naked,”I add.

“Well, if you’d done what you were told and stayed to talk, I would have explained everything to you this morning over coffee and toast.”

“What I wastold?”

“The notes.” He arches a brow. “You can read, right? Or have I made a dreadful error in assuming the quality of your education?”

“Yes, I can read,” I snap. “I… ignored them.”

“Why?”

“Because I woke upnaked in Logan Shock’s bed.”

Logan chuckles, warm and indulgent, a flash of his usual mischief breaking through before he sobers. “Nothing happened, Katrina,” he says, quiet but firm.

“Somethinghappened, Logan.”

“Yes. You stumbled out of the hotel and ran into Goldie. You know my dear friend Goldie.”

“Yeah,thatI remember.”

“Then do you also remember making a horrible mess of both of you when you drunkenly spewed red wine all over yourself?”

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