[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

Adam's ear, holding him there for a private moment.
Canin looked away, envy clutching his gut. Rhone had owned Adam's heart long before Rhone
knew about it, and during some of those moments Canin spent in Kasey's home, he'd catch her looking
at him and wonder if maybe he had the same. Now he guessed that even if he did, Kasey would never
open herself up the way Adam had done for Rhone.
Kasey had her reasons for shutting people out.
Her demons were the one thing he could not combat, without her willing to go there with him.
Canin heard Adam say,  Okay, babe. We'll see you later. Another loud smack of a kiss, and he
added,  Have a good night, Canin. I'll see you tomorrow.
Canin circled around in his chair and lifted his hand toward Adam, already near the door.  Thanks,
man. You too.
Rhone's attention stayed on the door and beyond on Adam until the man was no longer in sight.
He then swirled around in his chair and faced Canin head-on.  Adam and I have gone behind yours
and Kasey's backs and tried every damn thing we can think of to get the two of you in a situation
where you might hook up and get something started. I'm out of ideas, and frankly, so is Adam. So
here's the deal; I'm not going to try and trick you, I'm just going to tell you what's going to happen.
Adam is going to go and talk to Nate right now, and invite him to have a meal and hang out with us
tonight. We'll pick him up at eight, and we'll make sure we keep him busy until at least midnight. You
know Kasey is devoting every minute to her brother since he got here, so that's going to leave her at
home, alone, when she's not invited to join us. Rhone's face, normally fierce and hard, softened with
complete understanding.  That's your chance, Canin. You have a block of time, without interference,
to talk to Kasey and tell her what you're feeling. That's all I'm giving you. It's up to you to decide if
you want to do it. I'm not going to tell you that you should, and I'm definitely not going to tell you what
you should say. I will only give you this one last piece of info: this is the last attempt Adam and I will
make to help you guys get together. If you don't do anything with it, fine, but you're on your own after
that.
Rhone grabbed up his file and stood.  You know what, let me just say one more thing after all.
Canin raised a brow and gave a sarcastic sweep with his arm.  Go ahead. It's not like I can stop
you.
Canin knew everything in Rhone wanted to roll his eyes right now. Amazingly, he didn't.  You saw
what I was feeling for Adam, he said instead,  and what I needed, even before I did. My heart tells
me you need Kasey as a partner in your life too, beyond this business. More than that, my gut, and
Adam's too, says Kasey needs you just as much. Up to you to pursue it. Think about it. He slapped
Canin on the back, hard enough to sway him to the side.  And just in case you need it, good luck. See
you tomorrow.
 Yeah. Canin barely saw his brother leave.  'Bye.
He had four hours to come up with a plan that would win him Kasey Jordan.
One that wouldn't alienate her, dredge up terrifying memories for her, or end up pushing her even
further away.
Shouldn't be too hard.
 Shit.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Canin rapped his knuckles against the door, still praying for inspiration to hit him as he waited for
Kasey to answer. Ever since Rhone left him alone in the conference room, he tossed phrase after
phrase out of his head, knowing that nothing was adequate or good enough to express how this woman
owned his heart and soul and that he didn't even want to take it back.
He just wanted hers in return.
That thought still made him break out in a little bit of a sweat. But it didn't make him want to turn
tail and run.
Metal suddenly scraped against metal, and Canin pictured Kasey working the deadbolts one by
one, probably cursing under her breath after seeing him through the peephole. He chuckled with that
awareness of her actions and moves; he already knew her so well.
The door swung open and there she stood, sparks flashing in her pure green eyes.  What do you
need? I'm busy.
 No, you're not. He looked her up and down, loving like hell that she had gone back to his
familiar Kasey, in jeans and a white shirt. He ended his perusal at her bare feet, and his cock
twitched a little bit at the red-painted toenails. So she hasn't taken away everything from our time
together. Canin had watched her paint them the day of the attack, marveling at how hot it made him to
observe her doing a simple, yet strangely intimate, task. She wrapped one foot behind her ankle and
curled the other one in, and he knew she remembered doing it, and him watching too. Snapping out of
the shared memory, he brought his attention back up and met her gaze again.  Let me come in. I know
you're alone.
She opened her mouth, but he quickly talked over her before she could lie.  I know Nate is out with
Rhone and Adam. Unless you called someone and made plans in the last fifteen minutes, you're here
by yourself.
Kasey's pupils flared, and the tips of her fingers turned white under the crush she put on the door.
 Oh, so now you're in on these little plans to push us together, when you fucking know how much they
piss me off? That's just great. Guess what? Her voice cracked with impatience.  You're going to get
the same response they did! She flicked the door closed in his face.
Canin caught it with an open palm just inches away from it slamming and closing him out forever.
 Don't  he pushed his way inside, begging to every merciful God in existence for forgiveness if this
wasn't the right thing to do  shut me out.
 I just saw you at work off and on for nearly ten hours. Kasey's voice held strong, but she steadily
moved back, putting distance between them. Each step tugged an answering pain in Canin's chest.  I
would hardly say I'm avoiding you.
 You don't have to keep moving away from me. He closed the door, redid the locks, and then
leaned back against it until it felt as though he had fused his spine to it.  I just want to talk. I'll stay
over here. You don't have to be scared.
That got her rushing back over to him and right up in his face.  Don't you dare patronize me!
 Then stop hiding from me, and start admitting that we have something between us that went deeper
than that damn investigation!
 It doesn't matter what I admit, or what we had; don't you get it? She backed off, half doubled
over, and Canin almost couldn't take seeing her pain.  It can't turn into anything. I can't let it.
He caught up to her in two strides and clutched her face in his hands, not letting her hide her eyes.
Those expressive, tough eyes.  It can become something. Something incredible, like what Rhone and
Adam have with each other.
 No. She tore herself out of his hold and turned away.  We can't, because I can't. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

  • zanotowane.pl
  • doc.pisz.pl
  • pdf.pisz.pl
  • moje-waterloo.xlx.pl

    •