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My deepest apologies to our mahogany friend.

Kitty

He forgives you. This time.

Logan

Practicing?

Kitty

Yes.

Logan

Me, too.

I glance around my suite.Practicingwouldn’t be the word I’d use for Tesla hunched over a sewing machine while Goldie dicked around with synths and percussive beats on her laptop, but sure. Close enough.

Wanting to make things a little moreinterestingfor my little kitty, I find a GIF of a gorgeous woman sitting on a man’s face.

Copy. Paste.

Send.

Kitty

OMG LOGAN STOP

I chuckle. Not sure what I love more: making her come or watching her squirm.

“Whatcha doing, boss?” Tesla asks, holding up a piece of jade-green fabric she’s pulled from the sewing machine.

“Nothing,” I answer smoothly.

“Working on a song, right?” Goldie teases, not even looking up from her laptop. “Because you’resupposedto be working on a song right now.”

They exchange knowing glances, both of them well aware I haven’t done a damn thing.

“I’m feeling it out,” I say.

“Yeah, I bet you are,” Goldie quips.

“Tell Katrina we say hi,” Tesla adds, batting her lashes dramatically.

I ignore their giggles as a new notification chimes, my amusement curdling the second I read the text.

Unknown

Getting impatient, Logan.

Fucking Paul Monroe.

All the warmth drains from my veins, a rush of cold prickling over my skin.

Logan

I told you I’m working on it.