Page 8 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

Why can’t I remember anything that happened after…

Hello, kitty.

My gaze lands on my shoes, neatly lined up by the door. I lurch toward them, my path scattered with more yellow sticky notes.

STOP

DO

NOT

LEAVE

WE

HAVE

TO

TALK

I barrel over them, jamming my right foot into its match—only to yank it back out when something crinkles against my toes.

ARE YOU EVEN

READING THESE?

I fling it aside, along with the one stuffed into the left shoe, too.

One last note waits by the door.

PLEASE

My hand hovers over the knob, but solving this mystery will have to wait. I’m already late for the Botsford breakfast, the first of many,manyevents today.

It’s Jonah’s wedding day.

I double-check my robe, tying it tight before slipping into the hallway. My only goal? Get to my suite before anyone sees me.

I’m pretty sure the last time I was this exposed in public, I was being pushed out of a birth canal. And that is sure to raise some questions I’m far too hungover to answer.

The most obvious explanation?

I spent the night with Logan Shock.

I slept with the enemy.

Didn’t I?

Unfortunately, I don’t know.

Even more unfortunately, I don’t have time to find out.

I stab the elevator button, stepping inside the second the doors slide open. The hallway is empty, and—thankfully—so is the elevator.

I hit 23 and lean against the wall, exhaling as the doors start to?—

A flash of yellow enters my vision.

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