Page 91 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

I bite my cheek, disappointed. Though, with the way things have been going lately, not exactly surprised no one wants to hang out.

Katrina

That’s okay. A night in with a hot bath and Melanie Rose will suffice.

Addison

I set my phone down with a sigh.

Here lies Katrina.

All alone with no one to?—

The doorbell rings.

Again.

And again.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Knockknockknockknock—

I bolt off the piano bench and hurry to the entryway.

“Ka-triiii-na!”

I push the curtain aside, peeking through the front door window…

Straight into the beaming faces of The Electrics.

Tesla and Goldie stop pounding on the door to grin at me. They’re both clad in similar corsets over flowing skirts. Tesla is a vision in sapphire blue, hers hugging her torso like liquid metal. A black skirt flows down from her waist, contrasted with thigh-high boots that lace up the front. She looks like a classic rock goddess who moonlights as a sorceress.

Goldie shines as a mischievous carnival queen, ready and willing for anything. Her golden curls cascade over one shoulder. Her corset is a bold yellow shade, cinched tight over a black lace blouse with a short layered skirt to match.

And then there’s Logan.

He stands behind them, all in black. Distressed jeans, a fitted T-shirt, and a leather jacket that clings to his shoulders in all the right ways. His hair tousled. Artfully messy in ways that make me want to reach out and run my fingers through it.

His smirk touches his eyes; blue eyes that pop with black eyeliner.

“Trick or treat!” the girls shout in unison.

I unlock the door and ease it open. “What’s going on, guys?” I glance past them, scanning the street in case any nosy neighbors are watching.

“We’re going out!” Goldie declares, her perfectly coiled curls bouncing.

“Andyou’recoming with us,” Tesla follows.

I glance at Logan. He says nothing, his smile digging deep.

“I am?” I ask.

Goldie pushes past me into the house. “Hey, you got any food?” she asks.

I shift back, already realizing a fight would be futile. “Not really,” I call after her. “But… help yourself, I guess.”

Tesla and Logan step inside. He shuts the door as Tesla links arms with me, her sapphire-blue corset gleaming beneath the lights. “Please say you’ll go,” she says as she bats her painted eyes.

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