Page 31 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“He’s a fool,” he says again.

I look up. Every bit of me threatens to fall into his eyes again. Part of me even wants to.

“Katrina,” he whispers, his lips impossibly close. “We?—”

“Have to go,” I say, stumbling over the words. “I. Me. Me have to...go.”

I break away, this time grabbing the door and throwing it open before that damned tether yanks me back to him again.

Halfway through the doorway, I pause, glancing back to offer a polite smile. “Thanks again, Logan.”

He bows his head. “You’re welcome, kitty.”

The door closes behind me with a quiet click, but it may as well be a gunshot after the way he called mekittyagain. I race down the hall, my pulse pounding loudly in my ears.

At the elevator, I reach absently for the buttons, but stop, fingers hovering.

I could go down to the lobby. That’s still what I should do. Mingle with the other wedding guests. Drink. Dance. Watch Jonah and Marla take off on their midnight helicopter ride to the private runway.

Exhaling slowly, I tap 23.

The elevator climbs slowly, but my heartbeat doesn’t settle. By the time I reach my floor, I’m still rattling, still moving too fast, needing to get there before I completely unravel.

I slide my keycard through the lock and push. The door doesn’t open.

I try again. Locked.

I swipe the card. Again. Again. The light never turns green.

Frowning, I glance down at the keycard in my hand and…

It’s not mine.

It’s Logan’s.

A rush of heat floods my face as I dig into my pocket, fishing out my real key. I unlock the door, rush inside, and shut it behind me, a hanging garment bag crinkling as I lean my back against it. I close my eyes, forcing a deep breath. Trying to shake off what just happened.

But...nothing happened.

We just talked.

We talked about my deepest, darkest secrets and desires.

But still. Just talking.

I push off the door, exhaling. That’s when I notice it—hanging on the back of the door over my garment bag.

My dress from last night.

Cleaned. Perfect. A standard note from the Botsford Plaza staff thanking me for my stay clipped to the hanger.

I know I shouldn’t, but...

I smile.

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LOGAN

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