Page 144 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

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 ofthat,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 weallagreed.”

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,somethinghappened,” 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.

Somethingishappening.

Something not good.

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