Page 39 of Keeping Kasey
“Actually, I was looking for you,” I tell her. “Can you take me back to the manor?”
“She’s trying to avoid Logan,” Damon supplies monotonously.
I glare at him but don’t contradict the statement.
“Then I’d be happy to,” Elise says through a laugh.
I can feel Damon’s scowl shift from me to her. “You knowI’mthe one who gets chewed out for this, right?”
“Not my fault you’re on babysitting duty,” I say with a shrug and look at Elise. “You ready now? Kane’s been inside all day, and he needs more time out.”
“I’ll drive.” She pulls a key chain from her pocket and spins it around her finger.
Donovan’s lips pull into a tight smile. “Moreno and I have a few more things to take care of before we go. Let Damon take Kasey back.”
“The only place I’m taking her is Logan’s office,” Damon says, earning a charged look from Donovan that communicates more than his words did.
“It’s not a big deal,” she says. “I’ll meet Joshua at the house tonight.”
“It would leave Mr. Moreno without a car,” Donovan adds, and Elise’s brow furrows.
“Why wouldn’t you drive him later?”
His pause is long enough for both of us to decipher the answer.
Donovan was ordered to stay with Elise.
And I’m willing to bet his orders were specific to keep her from being alone withme.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she mutters.
I don’t have time to wonder if Elise will respect Moreno’s orders before she turns her back to Donovan and links her arm with mine.
The sudden and unwelcome touch sparks a wave of irritation, but since it’s her version of a middle finger to the family bosses—who are already on my last nerve—I allow it.
“Let’s get out of here,” she says, and for the first time, I’m glad to have her around.
Riding back to the manor with Elise sounded infinitely better than facing Logan in his office, but we’re barely a mile from the base—with Donovan and Damon tailing us—when I realize I’ve made the wrong choice.
“So, what’s happening with you and my brother?” she asks, ever so innocently.
I know better than to let surprise show, but damn if she hasn’t caught me off-guard. I have no idea what she thinks she knows, so I play it casual.
“What do you mean?”
She shoots me a dry look. “You and Logan.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“How about the make-out session I interrupted the other day? Or the hickeys you’re still trying to hide? Or that you only flirt with other guys when Logan’s around? Were youtryingto be discreet?”
There’s no point in hiding my surprise now. Clearly Elise has been paying attention.
“Your brother is insufferable,” is all I offer her.
“That’s not news.”
I’m not sure what to say now, but I’d rather gain information than give it away, so I ask, “Who else knows?”
