Page 27 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

I laugh. “Not to me.”

“Good.” He strums again, fingers light on the fretboard, eyes lingering on me. “You’re free to join me, if you like,” he offers. “I’m always open to a little friendly collaboration.”

Time to leave.

Time to leave.

Time to leave.

“Oh, no.” I shake my head. “I should get back to the party, I think. I just came by to return the robe and… to thank you for… well, today. And this morning. And… last night.”

Logan chuckles. “You’re welcome.”

Time. To. Leave.

“So, I should go.” I force a step back. “And I guess I’ll see you… in two weeks.”

At the Battle of the Bands on Halloween night.

Criminal Records versus The Electrics.

I turn, but the motion stalls as he strums again.

A simple chord. Nothing more.

But it tickles my insides, striking something deep within me.

And for a moment, I forget how to move.

Time to…

I spin back around, locking eyes with Logan. “I want to ask you something,” I say.

“Fire away,” he says.

“But I’m not sure I trust you enough to tell me the truth,” I add.

He pauses, amused, his eyes full of challenge as he waits for me to ask my question.

I press my lips together, hesitating. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you help me last night? You could have let me make a very public ass of myself,” I say, moving forward slightly. “It would’ve been all overGossipathis morning.”

“True,” he concedes.

“So… why? If it were Knox, I doubt you would’ve bothered.”

His lips twitch. “Also true.”

I hold his gaze, waiting. Demanding more.

“Knox can take care of himself,” he says.

My stomach tightens. Even among enemies, I’m still just Knox’s baby sister—someone who always needs saving.

“And I can’t?” I ask.

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