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A feeling I can only describe as relief tingles from my chest and spreads to the tips of my fingers. Logan lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, anchoring my hands behind his neck as he moves us across the room.
When my back hits the wooden desk, I expect Logan to start taking my clothes off, but he doesn’t.
Instead, his lips take mine again, slower this time, like he’s savoring me.
It’s still frenzied—as crazed as the rest—but it’sdeeper. It’s like he’s committing my taste and feel to memory, like he can lock it away for when I leave again.
When his lips release mine, it’s only to trail kisses up my jaw, beneath my ear, down my throat, and over my collar. He usually only goes there to leave hickeys, but each kiss is feather-light and sends shudders through me.
I exhale a shaky breath, and Logan pulls back to look at me.
Although I’m not surelookis the right word.
It’s like I’m being burned alive under his gaze, and I relish the flames.
Something happens in that moment—something I have no idea how to put into words.
By the time I get to Ford’s office—in clean clothes, with three different flavors of energy drinks waiting at my desk—a few things become clear.
Logan doesn’t hate me.
I don’t hate Logan.
And this fling is going to be harder to walk away from than either of us anticipated.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Kasey
I knew within ten minutes of being with Matteo and Ford that I’d taken Damon’s laid-back presence for granted.
Ford’s distaste for me might as well be written across his forehead. The only time he acknowledges me is to glare like I’m personally responsible for all suffering on planet Earth, which is probably why he mostly just ignores me.
Matteo isn’tbad, but he resembles an annoying—albeit harmless—frat boy more than he does a mafia capo.
The three of us left Chicago yesterday morning to head to Nashville, the smallest of the Consoli bases, to install their security system. At least, that’s whatIdid. Matteo was in a meeting, and Ford worked on other assignments that I assume were just a cover for him to keep an eye on me all day.
I finished Nashville’s security installation in a few hours, and by dinner, we’d already landed in Cincinnati. Though bigger than the Nashville base, Cincinnati didn’t take me long either. I finished up this afternoon.
Now, we’re on a flight to Detroit for the final installation.
I slept great last night in the hotel room, but I have a feeling it had to do with the time Logan and I spent together at the crack of dawn before I left.
I’m not so optimistic about my sleep tonight.
My thoughts about the tyrannical boss prompt me to open the Pac-Man program and reread our conversation from yesterday evening.
Kasey:Stop being an ass to everyone.
Logan:Now Damon’s gossiping like a schoolgirl?
Kasey:I haven’t talked to Damon since I left. I just assumed you were being an ass and thought I’d do the good deed of telling you to stop.
Logan:Have I ever told you how unbearable you are unless you’re naked?
Kasey:At least twice now. You should really be nicer to your soldiers.
Logan:I don’t remember asking for your advice.
