Page 152 of Enemies

Now, my body is heavy and languid in the best way, as it always is after a long night with him.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand, and I pick it up.

Beck: Can you check on the house? I need to fuck off for a couple of days.

I’m not the kind of person to overthink other peoples’ internal worlds, but when I set down the phone, I can’t kick the feeling of concern.

The carpet is soft under my bare feet as I shift out of bed and pad naked into the living room, pulling the door closed behind me.

“Yeah,” Beck answers raggedly on the second ring.

“What’s wrong?” I ask under my breath, hoping I don’t wake Harrison in the other room.

“We’re done. I overheard my supposed girlfriend last night saying she was dating me to get on the show and help her own career.”

My ribs ache. “No. I thought you guys were good.”

“Guess you can’t change someone’s heart, you know? She wanted me, but she wanted fame more. The fucked-up thing is I would’ve given it to her if she’d asked.”

I squeeze my eyes shut against the hurt in his voice. “Where are you now?”

“The airport. About to get on a plane for a change of scenery. Shooting’s done for the drama, but I can’t even think about Being Beck right now. If I go on camera trying to live my life, I’m gonna break down. My producer would say the fans’ll be down with it, but he’ll want to vilify the girl.”

“It sounds like she deserves it.”

“I’m not the guy to decide what people deserve.”

Beck might be hurting now, but forgiving her will let him move on. I wish the rest of us could learn the same.

“Don’t leave LA,” I say as I hear Harrison stirring in the other room. “We’re flying back in a couple of hours. I’ll meet you at your place this afternoon.”

The bedroom door opens as I hang up.

“Good morning,” I tell Harrison, who looks rumpled and sexy as fuck. His hair is a mess, his blue eyes at half-mast. He’s naked except for black boxer briefs, the fabric stretched thanks to a very discernable erection, and every muscle and plane of his gorgeous body is on display. My throat dries.

“It is. But we could take a shower and make it better.” His eyes darken as he takes me in, and I’m already wet from his indecently slow inspection.

He wraps both arms around me, the heat of his skin feeling like home.

I hold up my wrist. “Is gold shower-proof?”

“Let’s find out.”

“I want to. You have no idea how much.” He rubs his erection between my thighs, which only makes me groan. “But I need to get back for Beck.”

“I have an eight-figure investment burning cash until it’s rezoned, and you don’t see me sprinting onto the plane. Though perhaps I should bring you with me to the hearing. No doubt you could charm that prick Whelan and his zoning committee.”

I stiffen. “Who?”

“Zachary Whelan. The head of the zoning commission.”

There’s not enough air in the room, and I pull out of his arms to get a glass of water from the bathroom.

Once I’ve drained it, I turn back to him.

“Harrison… I know Zach Whelan.”

“From what?”

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