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“Good enough for me,” I say and seal my lips to hers.
By the time we walk out of that office—claw marks running down my back and hickeys barely hidden by her cardigan—I don’t care who sees us together.
It’s reckless and will almost certainly cause problems for me sooner rather than later, but right now, it doesn’t matter.
Right now, I want the whole world to know that Kasey ismine.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Logan
"That’s not an excuse. By the end of the day, I’d better have the revised deal or your head to put a bullet in," I say, slamming my phone against my desk.
James, who’s standing in the doorway, blinks incredulously. “Bad day?”
“Unless you’re bringing the amendments to the Terrell deal that aresomehownot ready after a month, then I suggest you get out.”
“That should’ve been in on Monday.”
“I’m aware,” I grate out and pinch the bridge of my nose. “What do you want?”
“What put you in such a bad mood?”
The answer is both simple and complicated.
Kasey—or rather, thelackof Kasey.
She and Damon flew to Texas on Tuesday morning to upgrade security at our Houston and Dallas bases. It’s been forty-eight hours since I’ve seen her—which is the longest I’ve gone in an otherwise satisfying week. All I can think about is the fact that her hickeys are fading, and she’s not here for me to paint new ones all over her.
I’m pissed she’s not here, and I’m pissed that I’m pissed she’s not here.
Being celibate for a few days has never been an issue before, but all of a sudden, it’s stealing my sanity and patience.
Explaining that to my brother seems like a waste, so I repeat myself instead. “What do you want?”
James studies me for a long moment before taking the chair across from my desk. “Mr. Romano called.”
“I settled their business with the Amatos weeks ago,” I say, clicking through emails on my computer.
“It wasn’t about that.”
“Get to the point.”
James leans back in his chair. “He wants to meet about a proposal.”
“He can submit any policy proposals to Matteo. I’ll review it when I have time.”
“Not that kind of proposal.”
When I look at my brother, his face is expressionless.
I fold my hands on the desk. “I thought we decided thatIwould approachhim.”
“That was before your show the other night at the club.”
I curse under my breath.
I knew I didn’t have long before this happened, but I’d hoped for a few more days.
