Page 49 of Keeping Kasey
“Come where?” As I ask the question, I try to scoot my chair away from Logan’s, but it won’t budge.
He’s still holding it.
As inconspicuously as I can, I reach one hand under the table and swat at Logan’s arm.
Matteo shoots Logan a wary look before he says, “We go out to one of the clubs after family dinner.”
Logan’s hand doesn’t move, even when I try peeling his fingers from the chair, so I dig my nails into his skin.
He speaks on my behalfagain. “She’s going back with Damon.”
“I don’t need a babysitter,” Damon says. “She can go if she wants.”
“No, she can’t,” Logan grits out.
I’m squeezing Logan’s arm as hard as I can, but aside from a ghost of a wince, it’s a wasted effort.
I give up and go a different route.
“I would love to go,” I say. “Who else is coming?”
“Everyone,” Matteo answers.
“Except for you,” Logan says, then looks to Damon. “You’re her bodyguard. If you’re not going, she isn’t either.”
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” James supplies, a cheerful smile on his face like he knows this is anything but helpful to his brother.
“Good enough for me,” I say.
I’m up for anything that’ll piss off Logan.
“It’s not your job to watch her,” he tells James. “She doesn’t need to go.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to snap at him, but I don’t. I might like to take jabs at Logan, but I did agree to show respect in front of his men.
“I don’t mind,” James says. “It’ll be nice to get to know you better.”
If I weren’t hell-bent on defying Logan, that statement would’ve been enough for me to change my mind and go back to the manor. A night out is one thing,getting to knowpeople is another entirely.
Still, I find myself answering with a wide smile. “Sounds great.”
“White House?” Matteo asks.
“Yes.”
“Pentagon?”
“Yes.”
“Fort Knox?”
“Not as secure as you’d think.”
James takes a long sip of his beer. “Maybe it’d be faster for you to tell us the places youhaven’tbroken into.”
“Getting in is easy. It’s trying to do something without leaving a footprint that gets tricky. Most of those places I only hacked into to prove that I could. I didn’t actually do anything.”
“But you could’ve,” Matteo states.
