Page 102 of Keeping Kasey
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Logan
One hour earlier.
I shove my phone into my pocket with a huff.
“Is Ford’s sudden consciousness an inconvenience?” James asks from the passenger seat as I turn the car on.
“I never said that.”
“So, you’re not mad about missing lunch with Kasey?”
“I never said that, either.”
He laughs, but I can only smile because there isn’t a bone in my body that’s ashamed of how I feel about Kasey.
She’s the most selfish, infuriatingly stubborn, and irritating person I have ever met. She gets on my last nerve, pushes every one of my buttons, and makes me contemplate homicide on a daily basis.
And I am absolutely crazy about her.
Realizing that I am in love with Kasey started the second I walked into her hospital room, and solidified while I was holding her last night.
Asking her to stay here, to be something more than a fling, came as naturally as breathing.
My pride has no objections to vulnerability—not when it comes to her.
She’s nothing like the mafia princesses I’d resigned my future to. She won’t come with an empire or a prestigious name. She won’t be quiet and obedient. She won’t secure alliances or lucrative deals.
Of course, it helps that her talent makes her a bigger asset to my family than anyone else could be.
But it wouldn’t matter even if she weren’t.
For the first time in my life, my future is not an obligation to fulfill—it’s an opportunity to embrace.
“Are you ever going to tell me what’s going on with her?” James asks in a wary tone, like he expects me to shut him down.
A week ago, I probably would’ve.
“I asked her to stay here after she gets the list,” I tell him.
His mouth falls open as he stares at me like he doesn’t recognize me. “What happened tojust a fling?”
“I don’t want a fling. I want her.”
“You complain about wanting to kill her all the time.”
“That hasn’t changed.”
“What about Isabella?”
“I’m not in love with Isabella,” I answer simply.
There’s a moment of silence, and I don’t stop the smile from reaching my lips.
The satisfaction I feel at saying the words out loud is unmatched. If that’s how it feels to confess this to my brother, I can’t imagine how it’ll feel to tell Kasey.
“You know Mr. Romano isn’t going to take this lightly,” he says, and his eyes spark with a contemplative interest.
