There’s a place between asleep and awake when your brain is still lost in a dream, but yet, you know you’re conscious. That’s where Rhenn lived. He owned that space in my head. That little sliver when the day was new—it belonged to him. I could always feel him in the foggy mist, like a ghost on my skin.

Only, today, when I drifted up from the deep water, the soft fingertips gliding over my calf … they weren’t his.

I knew it, even before I opened my eyes.

It was Logan, sprawled out on the other side of the couch, in the same spot where he’d passed out. Only now he was awake, staring out the window, one arm tucked behind his head.

My gaze shifted to his other hand, stroking my leg with long fingers.

I watched him for a good two minutes, maybe more. The man was gorgeous. He shone like the moon. A light in all the darkness that swirled around him. And there was darkness. But it didn’t consume him. Just danced along the edges, framing him in shadow.

His gaze jerked to mine when I retracted my foot. We stared at each other for a long moment.

Then he cleared his throat. “Morning, Victoria.”

I tried to muster up some anger. It should’ve been easy, considering his behavior last night.

And why was I surprised?

Obviously, he was feeling better. Whatever virus had lingered in his system for the last few weeks was gone. So naturally, he was back to his old ways. Getting drunk. Staying out all night. Or until eight thirty. I was too tired to laugh at that.

Instead, I propped up on one elbow and ran a hand through my messy hair, looking anywhere but at him. “Morning.”

With the way I’d slept, wedged against the back of the sofa with Logan’s leg pressed against mine, I should’ve been stiff. But I wasn’t. Just a little sore from the time I’d spent in the gym.

I snuck down there every day when Logan was out doing press. I couldn’t run. Maybe I’d never run again. But the elliptical made it feel like I was running. Weightless.

Logan’s feet hit the ground with a soft thud.

“Hangover?” I asked, pushing upright.

“Not bad. I wasn’t that drunk.”

Snickering, I gingerly climbed off the couch. “Okay.”

“I wasn’t,” he insisted. “I remember everything.”

His tone held a trace of anger, so I looked down at him, confused.

Was he mad because he said I was beautiful?

Probably.

Holding my gaze, he sank against the cushions, folding his arms over his chest. “How was your date?”

Jesus, he was still drunk.

I tried for an indulgent smile, but it froze under his icy glare, shattering into pieces. “I didn’t have a date. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Lunch, whatever. With your buddy, Dylan.”

There was no love lost between Dylan and Logan, and I got that. Band rivalries were real. And to be expected with someone who had an ego the size of Logan’s.

Squaring my shoulders, I placed a hand on my hip. “We had some business to take care of. But I changed the schedule so that Caged could take over the VIP lunch with the platinum circle ticket holders.”

I didn’t know what prompted me to add that last part. And I didn’t like the way it sounded. Revenged Theory or Drafthouse should’ve been tapped to fill in for Leveraged. But I felt a little bad because Caged never got any stage time after dark.

I assumed the jackass in front of me would be grateful. Or gracious at least. But I saw none of that. Just a smirk ticking up one corner of his lips.

“What did Dylan eat for lunch?” Logan’s gaze roamed the length of me before settling on my face. “Cookies?”

You smell like cookies.

My mouth dropped open when I realized what he was implying. “We didn’t eat lunch.”

He pushed to his feet, and I had to lift my gaze to meet his eyes.

“Whatever. You don’t have to send me on an errand when y’all want to meet. Feel free to rattle the walls anytime you want.”

I was too stunned to reply, which only added to his mounting frustration. After a moment, his face lost all expression.

“I’ve got a show this afternoon,” he said evenly. “I’m going to go get ready.”

He stalked to his room without another word, leaving the door open only a crack.

I waited until I heard the water running to pull out my phone. My finger hovered between the phone and FaceTime icons beneath Taryn’s picture, and before I could think better of it, I hit the latter.

“Belle!” My best friend’s smile was electric, but it was the window behind her that had my full attention. Clouds and blue sky and buildings I could draw from memory.

Home.

Swallowing past the pebble in my throat, I curled onto the sofa. “Hey, T-Rex.”

We talked about everything but business for the better part of an hour, and only after the front door rattled in the adjacent suite did I say my goodbyes.

Hauling my backpack into my lap, I felt around for the papers Trevor had given me. The documents were self-explanatory, but still, I jotted down a quick message on one of the hotel notepads.

Logan,

Trevor says if you complete the online courses and fill out the attached documents, the judge will look into modifying your plea agreement. If it all goes according to plan, my name can be lifted from the bond and you can continue the tour without a chaperone.

Biting the cap on the pen, I deliberated on what else to say. Thank you, best wishes, or go fuck yourself all sprung to mind, but I settled on a loopy V.

And then I tiptoed to Logan’s room and laid the documents on his pillow where he’d be sure to see them whenever he decided to come back.