Page 29 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“And…” I trail off, turning it over in my head. “I don’t know. I guess I prefer it where I am. In the back. Out of the way.”

“You deserve better.”

“I’m fine where I am.”

“Are you?”

I meet his eyes, my skin heating under the weight of his stare. He barely blinks, studying me. It’s like he’s memorizing me, determined to not miss a single detail.

“I’m gonna go now,” I say, forcing a turn toward the exit.

“Why?”

No.

Don’t turn around.

Just leave.

I turn anyway, just enough to meet his gaze. “Because I shouldn’t be here.”

His brow arches. “Why not?”

“We both know why not,” I say.

He squints at me, playful. “Do we?”

“You’re in The Electrics. I’m in Criminal Records.”

“So?”

“So?” I echo, frustrated.

“Our bands are rivals,” he says. “That means we can’t be friends?”

“You want to be friends?” I ask.

“You vomited in my bathroom and passed out in my bed. I kinda assumed we already were.”

“Okay.” I laugh despite myself. “When you put it like that…sure.But…”

“But?” he prompts.

I set my jaw. “You leaked that footage of Harmony toGossipa.”

Logan exhales through his nose and gently lays his guitar on the couch. “I did,” he admits. “But that wasn’t my choice.”

“You bugged our bus.”

“Monroebugged your bus.”

“But you bugged our dressing room with those flowers,” I accuse.

“I—” His brow furrows.“What?”

I smirk. “Just checking.”

“You think I spied on your dressing room…with flowers?”

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