Page 38 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“Nah, Harvey and I are poolside today. I just called to see if I could borrow the new Melanie Rose.”

I drop my suitcase on the bed in my loft. “Oh,” I say, trying not to sound too disappointed. “Well, I can grab my suit and bring it over.”

“Nah, that’s okay. I can eBook it.”

“Maybe we can get dinner later, then?”

“Can’t tonight. Post-pool time is naked time.”

I hold back a sigh. Probably the same with Knox and Harmony. And Bronson and Jordan, too.

Being the seventh wheel sure is fun.

“Okay,” I say. “Well, then I guess I’ll see you next week at practice.”

“Yeah. No.Harvey, stop—! I’m on the phone—!”Her giggles carry over the sounds of hands slapping each other. “See you then, Kat. Bye.”

“Bye—” The call ends. “Addy.”

A beat later, my phone switches back to music. Logan Shock fills my house once again, his voice a low and raw caress in my ears.

No more waiting, no regrets,

Take the shot—place your bets.

Rules are breaking, chains undone,

Take what’s yours—take it all and run!

I toss open my suitcase, grabbing my dress from the other night gently folded on top, the dry-cleaning note still attached. As I walk it into the closet, I brush my hand down the front to keep it flat, and my hand stills, feeling something foreign in one of its pockets.

I reach in and pull it out.

A bright yellow flyer, folded twice.

I unfold it.

The Electrics.

One night only at The Sin and Sand in Las Vegas!

Where did this come from?

A sharp bite to my cheek. A pulse in my throat.

Logan.

Flyer in hand, I walk downstairs to the first floor, my feet light but my stomach heavy as I head toward my music room. Passing by my violin sitting safely in its case by the door, I reach for my song journal sitting atop the grand piano in the center of the space, its cover worn soft from years of use.

I flip through the pages—scribbled lyrics, half-finished verses, messy doodles littering the margins. It falls open to a spot in the middle; the spine surrendering to a familiar line.

A crushed yellow rose sits here, pressed against the page.

Carefully, I tuck the flyer inside and close the book.

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KATRINA

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