Chapter 43
The Morning of Jonah’s Wedding
I wake up hung over and happy.
It’s gonna be a good day.
And it all starts with this.
I turn over, oddly surprised at how comfortable the mattress feels on this Botsford Plaza bed. Turns out, all it took for it to grow on me was the possibility of waking up next to Jordan the following morning. I’m sure it helped that we stumbled into it tipsy out of our minds after Jonah and Marla’s bachelor and bachelorette parties last night.
That week we spent apart since we arrived home was too damn long.
And last night was far too short.
All because some idiot had to joke on the bus that all the couples should spend the last week before the wedding apart from each other. Just like Jonah and Marla!
Yeah, that was me. I’m the idiot.
Should have just kept my mouth shut.
As I curl my arm around Jordan beside me, I blink twice to focus my vision, realizing that she’s already awake and staring at the ceiling.
Noting the little wrinkle between her brows, I say, “Jordan?”
She doesn’t move. For a moment, I think she’s sleeping with her eyes open, but then she blinks once. “Something’s wrong,” she says.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Are you okay?”
“Not with me. I’m fine. But...” She squints her eyes. “Something is happening.”
“Something?”
“Or it has happened,” she mutters. “Or it will happen.”
I prop up onto my elbow beside her. “Jordan.”
“Something is happening,” she repeats. “Something not good.”
“Or...” I run my fingers along her hand, hoping to relax the white knuckle grip she has on the sheet. “We just finished a summer tour and now you don’t know what to do with yourself.”
“That’s...” She turns her head to glare at me. “What?”
I kiss her bare shoulder. “After a tour, you’re always on top of it, getting us to the next big thing. But this time...” I smile. “This time, there’s nothing to do.”
“There’s the Battle of the Bands!”
“That’s two weeks away,” I point out. “Right now, there’s just Jonah’s wedding — an event that all you have to do is show up to. You’re used to being in charge, making lists, and making sure everything is perfect. When you’re not, you get a little... well, like this.”
She continues her glare, but teases a smile. “I think I like you better when you don’t talk.”
Leaning in again, I run my lips along her cheek, closing in on her lips. “I’ll happily shut up,” I say, pushing my hand beneath the bedsheet. “If you want me to...”
Jordan purses her lips in thought. “I could be convinced.”
I kiss her once, twice. As intended, she relaxes, and I slowly begin my descent down her naked body.
As the first moan escapes Jordan’s lips, a knock taps against the door to my suite.
“Ignore it,” I say, eager to keep tasting her.
Jordan combs her fingers through my hair, urging me to keep going.
Another knock, this one harder. More urgent.
“Bronson!” It’s Addison, obviously. “Open up!”
Just as I run my tongue along the length of Jordan’s sweet lips, Addison begins pounding on the door.
Jordan pushes up onto her elbows with a grunt. “You should probably see what she wants.”
Reluctantly, I slide off the bed in search of a pair of pants. I find them near the couch where Jordan rode me like a damn bronco last night and, smiling at the memory of that, I pull them on and hurry to the door to stop that incessant pounding.
“Oh, good,” Addison says with a sigh, standing in the hallway in a T-shirt and jeans. “You’re up.”
“Don’t wanna be,” I say, wiping my mouth. “What do you want?”
“Something’s wrong,” she says.
“You, too?”
“Katrina’s missing. She’s not in her room, and she’s not answering her phone. I can’t find her anywhere and?—”
Behind me, I hear the fast shuffle of feet across the floor mere seconds before Jordan plows into my side. “What do you mean, Katrina’s missing?” Jordan asks, holding a sheet against her naked body.
“Oh, good,” Addison says, sighing with relief again. “I was hoping I’d find you here, too.”
“She just got here,” I say quickly. “We haven’t seen each other in a week. Just like we all agreed.”
Addison waves her hand as Jordan rolls her eyes. “I don’t care about that,” she says. “I can’t find Katrina and... something weird happened last night.”
“What happened?” Jordan asks, giving her full attention.
“I’m not sure,” Addison says. “Remember when I left Marla’s party to use my bathroom?”
“And then totally snuck off to rendezvous with Harvey?” Jordan teases.
“Right. Well, after that, he and I left his room and ran into Kat. She was really upset. I don’t know why, but I think Jonah does.”
“Why would Jonah know?” I ask.
“Because he was there, too. He didn’t say much, but…” Addison shakes her head. “I don’t know, guys. I think something happened between them.”
“Between them?” Jordan repeats, her eyes growing wider. “You mean, like... between them, between them?”
“No way.” I snort. “Jonah wouldn’t hook up with Katrina the night before his wedding. Or any other night. That’s insane.”
“Well, something happened,” Addison says. “And now, Katrina is gone.”
I glance at Jordan beside me, once again noting the inquisitive wrinkle between her brows.
Damn, she was right.
Something is happening.
Something not good.
What is gonna happen at Jonah’s wedding?
Will Criminal Records triumph over The Electrics at the Battle of the Bands?
And where the fuck is Katrina?!
Find out in the fourth and final book
in the Break the Rules Series,
Never Sleep with the Enemy!