Page 49 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“Yes,” I answer. “You guys put on a good show.”

“We should do it again sometime.”

“No.”

“Oh, come on! We sound good together, kitty. You know it. I know it. A hundred people in that bar tonight know it, too. Believe me when I say that kind of musical chemistry doesn’t come along every day.”

“Musical chemistry,” I echo.

His eyes travel down, grazing my lips for a long moment before moving back up to meet mine. “Well, I wasn’t sure if I should mention the other kind, but since you brought it up...”

“I didn’t bring it up.”

“So, we both agree,” he says teasingly. “There’s anit.”

I swallow hard, knowing that I should turn away. Say goodnight. Go inside and lock the door behind me. But the truth in his words holds me in place. My stomach turns somersaults when we’re together. I felt it the morning I woke up in his bed. I felt it later that night in his hotel room.

There’s something here, something that shouldn’t be—thatcan’tbe.

He’s the enemy.

Logan hovers close, the porch light casting shadows over his face, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and long eyelashes. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way,” he whispers.

“Oh, uh...” My breath quivers in my chest. “Thank you.”

“And... every night, honestly,” he says. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

A laugh bursts from my throat. “I don’t know about that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m...”

My tongue goes limp in my mouth, my words failing me as Logan moves even closer. His fingertips graze my cheek, forcing my eyes up to his again, and I go near catatonic as I feel his thumb rub across my bottom lip.

“You’re what, kitty?” he whispers, his voice low and smooth as velvet. “Perfect? I think so, too.”

“No, I’m... I have...”

“Been wanting to kiss me since the moment we met?” he asks, his voice teasing, but his eyes are very serious. “Me, too.”

“No. Well, yes. Maybe. I—I?—”

“Katrina.”

“What?”

Logan pushes in, his lips colliding with mine. I lurch backward in surprise, but my back is already flush against my front door. His kiss burns a hole through me, pinning me in place, and I know that I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to.

Logan breaks the kiss first, his face stricken in his own internal game of tug of war. He wants to pull away. He’sgoingto pull away unless...

I kiss him back. I latch onto his jacket, pulling him closer as his arm curls around my back, holding me against him, pushing us hard against the door as he crushes my lips again and again.

I wrap my arms around his neck, unable to stop, unable to deny that damn tether for a moment longer. The world fades around us, and with it, the weight of the last while. My loneliness. My heartache. In the span of a kiss, it’s gone. In the space between us, I find something more. Something better. Something?—

Wrong.

But it feels so right.

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