Page 82 of Edge of Forever

She snorted. “You keep telling yourself that, rockstar.”

He took her mug and his and set them down. “Ready to go be amazing?”

“No pressure.”

He held out his hand and dragged her close again. “Kim knows how to handle an interview. Just stay on your toes, she likes to throw in zingers.”

“Like any good reporter.”

He lowered his mouth to hers. “Yes, but don’t let her bait you.”

She lifted her lips to his, hovered so close, but didn’t connect. “I will try to be a good girl,” she said and took a step back.

“I’m not sure you know how to do that.”

Instead of answering, she threw a sassy smile over her shoulder and headed downstairs to the studio. He followed her with a sigh, grabbing his black vest off the kitchen chair to slip on as he went down the stairs.

It felt weird to be back in his interview and concert gear. There wasn’t much difference to it. Just an extra layer most of the time. The vest was too restrictive when he was stalking around on stage. Most of the time he wore a black T-shirt so he didn’t die under the damn lights.

He got downstairs and Zeke and Christian were sitting on the couch. The cameraman was setting up the tripod and Kim was asking warm-up questions. She was leaning so far into Zeke that Logan figured she’d be in his lap by the end of the interview.

He had a way with women. And no one could even hold it against him the next day, least of all the woman who woke up in his bed. He was so unapologetically charming. Logan had seen it a million times on the long tours they’d done together.

Sometimes the women lasted more than a night, sometimes they didn’t. Hell, sometimes Zeke married them, but somehow they never stuck around for the long haul. But none of them could ever hate him. It was his gift and his curse.

Logan waved at Kim Forrester and headed to the back and into the atrium that fed into the back of the house. A larger camera was set up there and a network of cords snaked across the floor. Two of the throne-like chairs from the studio were set up near the window.

Yeah, that wasn’t ostentatious or anything. Gifts from Emerson, of course. Because he loved to buy the ridiculous. And now Logan looked like he needed gilded chairs that should be a prop on Game of Thrones. Awesome.

Izzy rushed over to the chairs and sat down on one, threw her leg over the huge arm and steepled her fingers. He knew she’d done it for a laugh and to make him relax, but it had the opposite effect. She was frighteningly sexy and people around them took notice.

He heard the whir of the camera and knew that the photographer on site had gotten that shot.

Izzy sat up straight. “I just got that shot that people are going to put on Tumblr saying Logan King’s fiancée is weird. Then there will be memes. Not good.”

“You did it.”

“I’m an idiot.”

He walked over to her and caged her into the chair. “I just warned you.”

She tipped her head up to him. “So they’re probably taking pictures now, right?”

He frowned and started to step back. She was far too dangerous to his mental health when he forgot a roomful of photographers immediately after she’d done the same thing.

“No, this is perfect. They’ll put it on their Instagram or whatever and it’ll get put all over the net.”

“Good thing you aren’t a social media hound in real life. You’re too good at this.” He resumed his hulking over her. He heard the shutter and saw the flash in his peripheral view. Decided to make it look good and touched his lips to hers.

Her fingers twisted into his shirt and she yanked him down for a full-on kiss then it dissolved into a playful kiss full of laughter. So both would be available. He had a feeling the full-on sex was what would go like wildfire around Twitter and Facebook.

Christ, they were going to create a lot of damn trouble.

“Are you two starting without me?”

Logan stood and swiped his thumb over his bottom lip. He could taste the lipstick there. “Sorry, we got carried away.”

“No, no.” Kim came into the atrium with a huge smile. Her camera smile. Logan recognized it. A bright pink slash of lips that matched the filmy material that peeked from her dove

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