Intercepted Risk (Aegis Group Task Force #5) - Sidney Bristol Page 0,69
lay in the crook of his arm, her head on his bicep, her back to his front.
It seemed impossible for so much life and personality to fit in such a small package. Looking at her like this, he wanted nothing more than to roll her up in bubble wrap and protect her.
She’d probably stab him for that thought, so he’d keep it to himself.
Her physical ability was never going to change his nature. So long as they were on the same page, he thought this could work.
Shit.
He was not going to be able to continue lying here like this.
“Kelsey?” he whispered.
She didn’t budge.
He gently lifted his arm and her head.
Still no movement.
He slid one of the pillows under her head and did his best to roll her onto it instead of him.
She groaned in her sleep and curled in on herself, forming a tight ball.
Kelsey was a lot like a kitten. Cute. Adorable. And utterly deadly.
Logan covered his mouth to keep from laughing. She would hate that comparison, but after yesterday and her knife display, it was far more accurate than anything else.
He ducked into the bathroom and relieved himself, washed up, brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his almost shoulder-length hair. He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d decided to grow it out, it had just felt like the time was right. Like his life was changing, and this was a physical manifestation of that change.
His stomach growled.
It had to be creeping towards nine or so.
For him, this was late.
Logan padded out of the bathroom.
Kelsey still hadn’t moved.
He smiled and headed for the kitchen. If he started cooking breakfast, would she wake-up then?
Logan grabbed his phone off the charger, then did a double-take at the number of messages.
“Shit,” he muttered.
He went straight for the email from Zora. That went out last evening, while he’d been on the sofa and firmly not interested in the outside world.
Logan skimmed the message.
Then he re-read it.
Briefing.
Today.
At his apartment.
Nine AM.
Logan glanced at the clock.
Eight fifty-four.
“Fuck. Kelsey?” Logan strode into the bedroom. “Kelsey, you have to get up right now.”
“No,” she groaned.
“There’s a briefing, here in my apartment, in six minutes.”
She rolled over and blinked at him. “What?”
He held up his phone. “Zora reached out about it last night. We never saw it.”
“Shit.” Kelsey sat bolt upright, eyes wide. “Can I just skip this one?”
He snorted. “No. But if you want to explain to the guys why you slept here, be my guest.”
Logan’s words gave him pause. He hadn’t planned on saying anything to anyone about what was happening between him and Kelsey. At least not until there was more there. Another part of him wanted to stake his claim. Let the other guys know. Not because he thought they would try anything. It was a purely male desire.
She kept staring at him. “I guess it’s probably not a good idea to include that information in a briefing. Harper would never pay attention to anything else.”
Kelsey had a point.
She threw back the blankets as someone knocked on the front door.
Fuck.
He didn’t have coffee going. Dishes were still out from last night.
Logan took two steps to the bed and straightened the blankets.
“What are you doing?” Kelsey stood, bra in hand.
“Two different sides were turned down.”
She arched a brow. “Hiding me?”
“Following your lead.”
She paused, a frown curving her mouth. “I’m not awake enough for this moment. Can we table the should-we-shouldn’t-we-tell-them talk until after whatever emergency is happening gets sorted out?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Whoever was at the door knocked louder.
“Shit,” Kelsey muttered, snatched her bra off the ground and hustled around the bed and into the bathroom.
Logan glanced around, but there was nothing else to be done.
He shoved his feet into house shoes and stalked to the door.
When had his apartment become Zora’s meeting space?
It was better this way.
He peered through the peephole.
Great. The gang was all here.
Logan opened the door.
Harper was first through the door. He smacked Logan’s right shoulder on his way by. “Fuck, were you taking a dump or something, TL?”
Jamie shuffled in, following Harper, looking about as awake as Logan felt.
Evan paused on the threshold. “You feeling okay?”
His wife Felecia peered over Evan’s shoulders. “He probably needs coffee.”
“That I do,” Logan replied.
Surprisingly, Tucker brought up the rear with no Zora behind him.
Logan had never asked, and Tucker had never offered more information about their connection. Boy, what Logan wouldn’t give for some insight into that history.
“Hey, shortstop is already here,” Harper called out.