Page 142 of Keeping Kasey
“There’s one more thing,” James says with a grimace.
“What?”
Just then, my phone rings and Elise’s name lights up the screen.
“Damon called Moreno this morning to fill him in.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Kasey
Logan’s phone rings, breaking the silence in the car on our way to the base.
With a quick glance, he declines Elise’s call.
I wish he hadn’t, not because I want to hear from the over-friendly Consoli, but because the default silence is unbearable. Though I’ll take the silence over any questions about the past four months.
Logan has taken too much from me as it is.
I’m not giving him that too.
Yesterday was my first day back at the base, and it was extraordinarily dull.
Logan didn’t try to talk to me on our drive to the base, and Damon was waiting to walk me to Ford’s office by the time we stepped out of the elevator. The brothers barely acknowledged each other before we went our separate ways.
I received several odd looks walking the halls with Damon, but no one spoke to me. Damon told me the memo about my return went out first thing that morning. With no time between the announcement and my appearance at the base, I suppose odd looks were a decent response.
Only when my eyes were dry from staring at a screen all day did I let Damon take me back to the hotel. Logan had beenwaiting outside our doors when I reached our floor, but only to tell me to be ready to leave by seven.
Logan’s phone rings in the car again.
He declines it again.
“You know I can’t hurt her over the phone,” I say.
“I already know what she wants.”
I lift an eyebrow, and he sighs. “She wants to come into town now that you’re back.”
“And you told her no,” I fill in.
I’m not sure how I feel about the prospect of seeing Elise again or the fact that shewantsto see me. We only met once, and while I didn’t hate her the most out of her family members, we didn’t exactly click either.
But since she didn’t kidnap or interrogate me, she’s my favorite Consoli now.
It’s a low bar these days.
“I haven’t told her anything. I’ve been dodging her calls since Damon talked to Moreno yesterday.”
I definitely have no interest in seeing Moreno again. That bastard never liked me and wasn’t quiet about it, either.
“What exactly did Damon tell them?”
“That you’re back and helping us,” he says tonelessly.
I scoff.
“You prefer an alternative explanation?”
