Page 175 of Enemies

He stops in the middle of the lobby, pulling up the security footage.

Shit. I squeeze my eyes shut…

“The fuck is wrong with the security cameras?” he gripes.

I exhale and peer around his arm at the screen. “It looks like the interior one is fine. Just the street view is shorted out.”

Thank you, Leni, I say in my head.

I lay a hand on his cheek, brushing my thumb along his jaw. “We should stop and pick up a gift though.”

“No, we shouldn’t.” He takes my hand, nodding to the doorman as we pass out into the sunshine and approach Harrison’s car that the valet has pulled up.

“Yeah, we should. Annie’s pregnant, and you’re supposed to buy shit for babies, right?”

“Their gift is already being delivered.” Harrison rounds to the driver’s side.

I pull up, staring at him. Of course he ordered a gift and had it delivered. It’s probably something thoughtful and expensive, and he knows I suck at friend-ing and didn’t even point it out.

“I love you.”

He freezes before turning back. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

He comes back to me and kisses me against the side of the car until I’m breathless.

Fuck breathing. It’s overrated. Especially when the alternative is having Harrison King’s possessive mouth worshipping mine.

“We’re going back inside,” he murmurs.

“No time,” I pant in response.

“Wasn’t asking.”

Harrison

Eventually we make it to Tyler and Annie’s place in the Hills. Apparently, Tyler rented the house last year while he was finishing his album and just bought it. It’s stunning, modern and white with a pool facing the view over West Hollywood.

Most of the couple dozen people at the party are familiar. Annie’s father, Jax Jamieson, semi-retired yet still fully the most famous rock star in the world, along with his wife and their two young children. Rae’s friends Beck and Elle.

“The ice sculpture is beautiful,” Annie says, half-serious and half-amused as she surveys the giant form now occupying their table.

Rae snorts and turns to me. “Isn’t that what you sent them for their New York housewarming?”

“It is. It’s why we also sent something else. Because it’ll melt faster here.”

Her laugh bubbles up from somewhere deep inside, and fuck if I don’t love that sound more every time I hear it.

Annie tugs Rae away to talk with Annie’s stepmother, Haley, and I head out to the patio with Tyler and Beck. I can’t help admiring at the view—not of the ocean, but back at the house. The family and friends all around.

There’s love here. The kind I’ve missed since my parents died and the kind I hadn’t let myself hope for since long before Eva.

“Who’s your realtor?” I hear myself asking.

Tyler turns toward me, looking surprised. “I thought your penthouse had three bedrooms.”

I shrug as I lift my glass to my lips. “A man always wants more.”

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