Page 33 of Keeping Kasey
It’s the first time I’ve seen him without a shirt on, and I’m able to admit that I’m glad it won’t be the last. It’s a damn good sight.
Logan’s abdomen is all sharp angles, and I’m sure he has a rigorous workout regimen to keep it that way. Running shorts hang low on his hips, and a shiny layer of sweat covers his perfectly tanned skin.
His posture oozes narcissistic pride, and it annoys me that his physique warrants that level of confidence.
As if he needs to boost his ego.
“See something you like?” he asks.
“Nothing worth my time,” I answer, but I don’t stop taking in the view.
I’m only human, after all.
His eyes crinkle, and he scarfs the remaining half of the granola bar down like a starving dog.
How the hell does he still manage to look sexy even afterthatdisplay of barbaric behavior?
He closes the distance between us in two steps and places one hand on my hip. I lean back, not keen on getting his sweat on me.
He doesn’t pull me into him—only dips his head as if to take my lips with his, but he doesn’t. Instead, his mouth finds my ear.
“Be in my bed when I get out of the shower.”
With that, he firmly squeezes my waist before letting go and leaving the kitchen.
CHAPTER NINE
Logan
I’m not exactly surprised when I walk out of the bathroom—towel wrapped around my waist—to find my bed empty, aside from a small note on the pillow. But I am disappointed.
I read the elegant script.
I’m not your toy.
If you want to play, enjoy doing it with yourself.
P.S. I caught a ride with James.
I go straight to my office when I get to the base, intent on immediately summoning Kasey, but my plans are halted when I walk in to find the only person who can piss me off more than she can.
Joshua Moreno stands in front of my desk with his arms folded.
“What do you want?” I ask, striding around the desk to my chair, but not taking the seat.
“To talk about our new roommate.”
“Last I checked, you’re leaving at the end of the week.”
“And until then, she’s under the same roof as Elise.”
I’d enjoy throwing him out of my office, but since my sister’s safety is the one topic we actually agree on, I reluctantly take the bait.
“What’s your problem with her?”
A beat of understanding passes, and we both sink into our seats, momentarily forgetting the usual power struggle.
“There’s something off about her. I don’t think we can trust her with Mason’s case.”
