Page 89 of Keeping Kasey
You’d think I’d suggested going in his birthday suit by his disgust. “No man with my status would be caught dead insweatpants. I have a reputation to uphold here.”
“Right, you’re the big, bad, perpetually uncomfortable crime boss after all.”
“I’ve been in suits as long as I can remember. At this point, anything else is uncomfortable.”
I pull my legs to my chest. “Any idea when you’ll be back?”
He straightens his tie and joins me on the bed.
“Tomorrow evening. Hopefully, early enough that you’re not asleep when I get back,” he says with a charming wink.
“No promises.”
He leans down to kiss my temple. “Then at least promise me you’ll take it easy tomorrow.”
I suck in a breath through clenched teeth. “I already committed to two brawls and a car chase.”
“You’re lucky I’m late, or I’d make sure you’re too tired to go anywhere tomorrow,” he says with narrowed eyes gleaming with a dangerous promise.
“You talk a big game, Mr. Consoli. Can you back it up?”
His eyes spark with challenge, and it sends a thrill down my spine. I could spend my life chasing that feeling, like an adrenaline junkie hooked on the rush.
The thought isn’t the first of its kind this week, and it ignites both excitement and guilt—emotions I quickly bury.
“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” he says, sealing the promise with one last kiss that flushes my cheeks and steals my breath.
Will he always have this effect on me?
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispers.
“Tomorrow,” I murmur, and hate the sinking feeling that accompanies watching him leave my room.
This week has been incredible.
The doctor recommended a week of rest, and even though I can’t remember the last time I went a single day without working, the week wasn’t as mind-numbingly dull as I had worried.
Of course, there were times when I was ready to give the doctor the middle finger and work anyway, but Logan kept me busy.
He hasn’t been back to the base since we returned from Detroit.
He spent the week working from his home office and being a complete control freak about my health. The prospect of being treated like a helpless child was made far more bearable with Logan making tea, running baths, and giving me massages all week long.
This morning was the first time we’ve even slept together since the night I was attacked, and the lack of physical intimacy has brought out an entirely new side to our relationship.
If you could call what Logan and I have arelationship, that is.
We went for walks with Kane around the property each morning. We cooked each meal together—or rather, Logan cooked while I sat on the counter giving him explicit instructions because he’s helpless in the kitchen but too stubborn to let me doanything resembling work. We watched movies—in segments, per Logan’s orders, to avoid worsening my concussion. We even spent one night on the back porch around an electric fire pit with James and Damon. The three of them were so relaxed, talking and laughing like… well,brothers. It was the first time I’d seen the Consolis as a real family, and not just in the criminal sense.
When Logan did have to work, he made sure it was when I was taking a nap, a bath, or lying on the couch in his office listening to music.
And every single night, Logan fell asleep beside me.
This is the first day we won’t be spending together.
James got the call in the middle of the night that Ford had woken up from his coma, so he and Logan are going to see him. The news is miraculous—considering the doctor’s prediction that Ford had a fifty-fifty chance of making it—and I loathe the part of me that worries Ford overheard Brandon that day.
Consoli will find out you’re a traitor, and he’ll kill you.
