Page 97 of Seduction in Spades

“I promise,” I whisper as I kiss the top of her head.

I’m always careful, but sometimes that’s not enough.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“When can we go backto Boston?” I ask for the hundredth time since we walked through the front door to the cabin. Granted, calling it acabinis doing it a disservice. The log home has four bedrooms, four bathrooms, a massive living room and kitchen, both with a cathedral ceiling and endless views of the White Mountains from every room.

“When it’s safe,” Trey growls.

“You keep saying that.”

“Stop asking the same question then.” He lumbers about the kitchen, unloading the bags of food we picked up along the way.

“Hey, why don’t we play a game of cribbage while Trey unpacks?”

I begrudgingly agree and put on a semi-happy face to appease Nora. She’s been nothing but sweet to me, and she must be as nervous as I am. While Drake is working at the casino, it doesn’t mean he’s out of harm’s way.

I’ve read between the lines. Nolan’s late nights. The all-black outfit: jeans, long sleeves, combat boots. It’s not the black he wears on the casino floor. I have no doubt he’s been on some secret mission to go after the bad guys. And while I don’t want my brother or his friends in the middle of it, I don’t want Nolan on the front lines either.

“He isn’t going in blind. Nolan knows what he’s doing and won’t take unnecessary risks.”

It’s as if Nora can read my thoughts.

“I hope so.”

She reaches across the kitchen table and squeezes my hand. “How did your talk with him go?”

“Okay. We still have a lot to discuss.”

“Open communication is the first step. How are things with your brother?”

I glance down the hall where Trey has escaped to his room. “Okay, I guess. We haven’t really had a chance to talk about Nolan. They got along this morning. Nolan made it sound like they’ll be okay.”

“Why don’t you go talk to Trey?”

“No.” I laugh. “My brother would hate that. He’s even less into expressing his feelings than I am.”

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