Intercepted Risk (Aegis Group Task Force #5) - Sidney Bristol Page 0,103
and obviously need someone to watch out for you.”
“I’m not that drunk. Tipsy is more like it.”
“Right. Keep telling yourself that.”
“It was the shots. I should know better than to do shots.”
“Not to self, always give Logan a shot.”
They both laughed.
This was feeling more and more comfortable. To think, a few nights ago she’d come over here intending to lay out exactly why anything between them wouldn’t work. Now, she was hoping to find reasons to stay.
Logan rolled over and blindly reached for Kelsey’s small form next to him.
The sheets were cool to the touch.
The swish of material tickled his ears.
Someone—Kelsey?—was moving around the apartment.
He lifted his head and pried an eye open in time to see a Kelsey sized shadow pass in front of the bedroom door.
What was she doing up?
He peered at the clock.
It wasn’t even two yet.
His mouth was horribly dry and he could feel a headache coming on.
Reaching over, he turned on the bedside lamp.
“Kel?” He pushed up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
She stepped into view, one hand braced on the doorframe. “Sorry, did I wake you?”
“I don’t think so.” He squinted at her.
She’d changed into pajamas earlier, which only made her look more at home at his place. He liked it.
“What’s wrong?” He pushed to his feet.
She sighed and let her hands flop to her sides. “My brain won’t shut off.”
He lifted his hands over his head and stretched. “I hear you there.”
“What are you getting up for?” she asked.
“Water. Something for my head.” He gestured at his face. “And I want to brush my teeth again.”
Kelsey grinned at him. “You’re an adorable drunk, just so you know.”
He shuffled toward her. “I was not drunk.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” He gripped the doorframe on either side of her and bent his head.
She chuckled. “We’ll agree to disagree.”
Kelsey lifted up on tip-toe and brushed her lips against his. Almost every time they kissed, she did this rapid blink thing, as if she didn’t quite believe it was happening. He understood that feeling. Sometimes he wanted to hold on to her just so he knew she wasn’t a product of his imagination.
Kelsey lowered herself to the carpet. She had a hand on his shoulder now. “Your breath doesn’t smell bad, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He gestured at his mouth. “It’s this taste in the back of my throat. It’s not pleasant.”
She chuckled and stepped aside.
He shuffled past her and into the kitchen where he got a bottle of water and the pills.
“I’m just having one of those anxiety nights.” Kelsey braced her elbows on the bar and sighed, watching him as he downed the bottle of water.
The last of the water trickled down his throat. He sucked down air and crushed the plastic bottle before tossing it into the recycling can.
“Can’t imagine why,” he said.
One side of her mouth hitched up. “Smart ass.”
“Want to watch TV?” He wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing she was up pacing.
“Not really.” She turned and began to pace.
“Then talk at me. Tell me what’s got you worried.”
He moved past her and into the bathroom.
An unfamiliar blue toothbrush sat on the vanity, the bristles hanging over the sink. He picked it up and put it in the holder next to his. Satisfied, he grabbed his, squeezed more toothpaste on it and got to brushing.
She sidestepped him into the bathroom and leaned against the towel rack. “I want to understand Nadine’s motives better. I wish I understood how much of a threat this Skilton really is. I mean, all we really have is Zora’s word and some boogeyman like stories from the others. It doesn’t really add up, you know? I want more facts. I want to really get it. Also, what the hell is going on with Zora and Tucker? It’s not just me, is it?”
Logan shook his head.
They’d all wondered what the nature of Zora and Tucker’s relationship was. They didn’t act like they much cared for each other, but Tucker was her shadow. And there had been times when Tucker could tell Zora something that Logan couldn’t, simply because she’d dismiss what Logan said. It was frustrating from a leadership standpoint.
“Do you know anything? Like, what’s their history?” Kelsey asked.
Logan bent over the sink and spat. “He says they worked together way back in the day. That’s all either of them have ever said.”