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“This affects both families. You can hardly blame him for wanting to assess the situation.”
I’m about to point out that I absolutely can, and indeed plan to, blame him for wanting to step on my toes when Elise continues.
“But I have a way of making it up to you.”
“Oh?”
“Your nephew is coming.”
I’m not a fan of kids, but that firecracker of a five-year-old is the only one that I actually care about seeing.
In a bizarre twist of fate, my only nephew, Dominic—whose existence we only learned about six months ago—lives with oneof Moreno’s highest-ranking men, Ryder, and his wife, Rachel. I wanted him to move here, but since he grew up with Rachel—and I would’ve thrown him at a nanny anyway—I allowed this arrangement until he’s old enough to choose to move into the manor.
“I’ll have someone stay at the hotel with Kasey while I join you for dinner.”
“No. Either both of you come, or you don’t get to see Dominic.”
“You can’t stop me from seeing him, Elise.”
“Try me.”
I have half a mind to sayscrew itand that I’ll see him next time he’s in town, but I miss the little rascal.
“Fine,” I grate out. “I will try to get Kasey to come, but I’m not making any promises.”
“Thanks, Logan!” Elise says cheerily, and you’d never know she was just blackmailing me.
We hang up, and I lay my head back, wishing for sleep to claim me—even if only for a few minutes—but when I close my eyes, I just see Kasey telling me I’m a vile, cruel monster.
I open my eyes and get back to work.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Kasey
“Can you back off?” I snap.
It’s the first thing I’ve said since walking into Ford’s office this morning, but I can’t take it anymore.
He sits next to me, but he might as well be on my lap for all his hovering.
At first, it was just irritating, but after enduring it for days, I’m over it.
“I’m doing my job, which is ensuring you do yours.”
I have no idea where Damon is today, but I wish he were here now. He’d tell Ford to give me space, and without him here, it’s downright smothering.
“I’m doing my job just fine, but your leering is weird and distracting.”
“Not my problem.”
“I can make it your problem.”
He leans back in his chair. “Be my guest. You step a toe out of line, and Consoli throws you to the curb.”
“Will he?” I tilt my head to the side with a patronizing smile. “Because ifyoucould have pulled off this job, he never would’ve hired me in the first place.”
I break through his blank expression, and hatred twists his features.
