Page 220 of Keeping Kasey
Even if his response was:I can’t think of a single reason I should give you to that bastard.
He did eventually—and enthusiastically—accept the role.
In addition to the madness of wedding planning, we’re still dealing with the aftermath of Diaz taking all of the traitors.
Every one of those traitors has intimate knowledge of our family operations, and they’ve handed those details over to Diaz on a silver platter in gratitude.
That left us with the immediate task of changing everything about how we run as a family—not an easy feat for such a large faction, but we’ve proven it’s possible.
Security was the first thing that needed to change. Within a week of being released from the hospital, Logan implemented aseries of new security measures, as well as new screenings, to ensure that we keep the traitors and Diaz out by all means.
Ford and I were forced to move past our differences—for the most part—since the IT department needed to be updated and upgraded in every way imaginable. From simple logins to high-level security encryptions, we changed it all.
Diaz hasn’t used his information to launch any real attacks, but it’s only because he’s making a point of pushing Logan into retaliation—a retaliation that we have every intention of delivering.
When the time is right.
Every once in a while, there’s a faint hiss in my head that blames me for all of it. Logically, I know that Diaz was pulling the strings, but maybe I could’ve done something differently, too.
“Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if I’d never left?” I ask.
“No.”
“Never? You never think we could’ve kept Diaz from the list? You never think about how much easier it would’ve been to never go through any of that?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“I’m too busy being grateful you’re back,” he says with a shrug, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.
He runs one hand over the scar on my left shoulder—the one that’s rough and jagged from being opened twice. Getting Diaz’s tracker out of my arm wasn’t a pleasant experience, and the irony wasn’t lost on either of us that if Logan had sliced my arm any deeper in my Payson apartment, the tracker would’ve come out on its own.
Perhaps the only one-up we’ve managed to get on Diaz came from the reverse track I was able to do once the tracker was out.It led us to a house in Miami that we hadn’t known was a Diaz residence, and we’ve been keeping an eye on it ever since.
“Besides,” Logan continues, “you staying wouldn’t have stopped Diaz from finding another way. It could’ve been worse.”
I pull back to look at his face, and sure enough, sweat drips from his forehead. “Worse than permanent nerve damage in your feet?”
He leans in to kiss me, and I let him, enjoying every second of his lips moving over mine.
“You’re here. We’re getting married. My family is safe. It might not have been the most conventional series of events, but I’ll take it.”
“So, you’re happy?”
He shakes his head.
“No?”
“Nope,” he answers with another shake.
“Why the hell not?”
“First, I think I’m about to have a heatstroke, which would be novel in the same year I went into hypothermia.”
“You’re an idiot,” I say, hitting his arm as I push off him to stand. “Let’s get you inside before you pass out.”
He ignores me, standing and stepping forward to wrap his arms around my waist. “Second, I’m still twenty-four long hours away from making you Mrs. Consoli, and I can’t imagine anything is going to make me happier than that.”
