Page 6 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

ORDER ROOM SERVICE

DON’T LEAVE

I arch a brow.

Don’t leave? But why would I?—

I scan the room. The ruffled couch. The mini-fridge. The TV. Looks like my suite.

Except that’s not my view.

And that’s not my suitcase.

And those aren’t my shoes.

This isn’t my suite.

It’s…

I roll off the bed, shoving my arms into the robe as I shuffle toward the bathroom door. Heart pounding, I inch forward, craning my head around the frame.

Steam blurs the details, but the figure inside is unmistakable.

Tall. Lithe.

Blond.

His back is to me, hands in his hair, working shampoo into a lather. Suds glide down his skin, lines of muscle hazy through the mist.

Then he moves.

Not much. Just enough for me to see half of his face.

Logan Shock.

I jolt back, brushing against another sticky note plastered to the door frame.

DO. NOT.

LEAVE.

“Oh, no,” I whisper.

What the heck happened last night?

I retreat from the bathroom door, my mind a tangled mess as I scan the room for anything that belongs to me. Digging through my muddled memories, I retrace my steps.

Addison and I ran throughHere Comes the Brideone last time before we got dressed. We met Chrissy and Jordan at the hotel bar downstairs. Marla and her mother, Angie, joined us for a quick round of bubbly before we all rushed up to her bridal suite—just in time to avoid the guys arriving for Jonah’s bachelor party. Then, we?—

Jonah.

I stop cold, my breath catching at the mere thought of his name.

Was it ever me, Jo?

“Oh, no,” I say again, my heart twisting so tight I swear I can hear it crack. Like it might splinter apart all over again.

That… really happened, didn’t it?

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