Page 27 of Keeping Kasey
When I face her, she crosses her arms over her chest as if that could make her five-two frame intimidating—it doesn’t. She stares at me, but I don’t meet her gaze. Instead, I let my eyes trail down to her chest, which she’s pushing up in front of me.
She clears her throat, and only then do I lift my eyes to meet her glare. “See something you like?”
“Nothing worth my time.” It’s a less than chivalrous answer—not to mention a lie—but the last thing Kasey needs is an ego boost.
If I thought offense would taint those blue eyes, I’m sorely mistaken when they crinkle with her soft laugh. It’s not the same snorting laughter from our first meeting, but something lower that strikes my chest like a match.
“As if you’d get the chance to find out,” she says and turns around, leaning over far more than necessary to reach for her phone, knowing full well that I have an unobstructed view of her leggings-covered ass.
Those shouldn’t even be considered pants. They covernothing.
I’m still staring when she whirls around with a knowing smile.
“But you’re probably right. It’s not worth your time.” She bounces back on her heels as she says the words, and her chest shakes with the movement.
And for her metaphoricalcheckmate,her eyes wander down my body with boredom. “You definitely aren’t worth mine.”
With that, she shoulders past me and out the door.
I openly rejected and insulted her, yet somehowshe’sthe one who landed the final blow.
That flame in my chest spreads across my skin.
One breath. Two. Three.
Elise and Moreno—the only other people in the room—are caught up in some tense conversation, but it cuts off abruptly when I storm out after Kasey, and I ignore my sister calling my name.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I call after Kasey, who is only a few paces down the hall.
“Anywhere you’re not.”
Before I can form a coherent thought, I close the distance between us and take hold of her arm. She thrashes in my grasp, but I barely notice as I drag her toward my office.
“Let go of me!” she shouts. Directly. Into. My. Ear.
“What are you doing?” Elise’s voice finally breaks through my furious haze, and I freeze, still holding Kasey’s arm in an iron grip.
WhatamI doing?
I can’t allow Kasey’s blatant disrespect. I would never let my men get away with what she’s pulling, and I’m not about to let her off the hook just because she’s a girl.
Call me a feminist.
I retain my grip and keep walking. “Taking care of a problem.”
“Logan, you’re acting insane,” Elise accuses.
I’m starting tofeelinsane.
“Come by my office in ten,” I call over my shoulder. “You can give Kasey a tour of the base.”
To my pleasant surprise—and Kasey’s apparent horror—Elise doesn’t pursue us as I drag her to my office.
“I swear, Logan, I will make your life a living hell. Let me go!”
And I do, just as soon as the door is shut and locked, with my back pressed against it.
Kasey whips around, face red and chest heaving. “What is wrong with you?”
