“No.I didn’t...” I exhale, frustrated. “I was there. Logan saw me. He invited me on stage to play with them during the show. It was an ambush! I’m totally innocent here.”

“Why were you there?” Addison asks.

Their stares deepen, demanding an answer.

“I… decided to take a walk, and I ended up at the Sin and Sand. I was thirsty, so I figured I’d drop in to say hi to Pam and grab a quick drink before heading home. I didn’t know The Electrics had a gig! And if I’d known Logan was going to call me up on stage, I wouldn’t have stayed to... watch.”

“Why did you stay at all?” Knox asks, his cheeks red. “Why didn’t you turn around and walk out the second you realized it was their show?”

“I just wanted a drink, Knox,” I say weakly.

“And when Logan called you up on stage?” he asks. “Did you just want a drink then, too?”

“Knox,”Jordan warns again.

My brother ignores her, his eyes fixed on me. “Why did you get up on that stage?”

I look at my hands in my lap. “I didn’t want to be rude.”

He scoffs. “And you thought causing a media frenzy was the better option?”

I look at Jordan with sympathy. “Is it that bad?” I ask.

“My phone’s been ringing all morning,” she says, reaching for it on the end table. “Three missed calls since you sat down here and... “ She drops it face down again. “There’s number four.”

“Jordan,I’m sorry,”I say. “I didn’t think?—”

“No, you fucking didn’t, Kat,” Knox says.

“I didn’t know it’d be such a big deal!” I say over his interruption. “It was one song!”

“Right,” Addison says stiffly. “One of my dad’s songs.”

My chest sinks. Dade Connery. Addison’s legendary absent father who broke her mother’s heart and led to Addison getting kicked out at sixteen.

“It’s a famous song, Addy,” I say, trying to explain. “It’s likeTwinkle Twinkle Little Star.Everyone knows it.”

“Not everyone knows the guy who wrote it is your best friend’s dad,” Knox says. “But Logan does.”

I frown. “You think Logan chose that song on purpose?”

“I think the guy who spent the last three months of his life making ours hell knew exactly what he was doing, yes.”

“Paul Monroe forced him to do those things. We know that now.”

“Did he force Logan to dance with you at the wedding, too?” Bronson asks, speaking up for the first time.

All heads snap toward him.

“That...”Knox says, sitting back, “is an excellent question, Bronson.”

“No,” I answer.

“How can you be sure?” Addison asks.

“I just am.”

“Well, I’m not,” Knox says. “I think now’s the time we call Jonah.”