Page 71 of Never Again

“She gets it from me,” Casey murmured absently before she gestured awkwardly in his direction. “Ummm, what exactly are you doing?”

“Getting ready for bed. I’m exhausted,” Nathan said, shoving his pants down.

“And this whole thing about keeping me safe?” she asked, watching as he reached down and tossed his pants on the chair before pulling his socks off and climbed into bed, more than fucking ready to put an end to this seriously fucked-up day.

“They have the letter, Casey,” Nathan reminded her as he dropped back against the pillows with a heavy sigh.

“And?”

“And now they know that Bailey has a sister and if they saw you go into her apartment, it won’t be long before they come after you,” he explained, watching as she went back to worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

“And if they haven’t…”

“Then, I’m going to need your help figuring out who’s behind this and keep Bailey safe,” Nathan said, watching Casey as she thought that over.

He watched as her gaze shifted to the door as she slowly exhaled before looking back at him and-

“What’s the plan?”

CHAPTER43

God, what the fuck was he supposed to do now, Nathan found himself wondering as his gaze went back to the closed bathroom door and-

He should have turned her over.

Every time he found himself reaching for her phone to call Tristan, Casey’s words played through his head, making him wonder just how badly he’d fucked up by letting Quinn take his sister. He didn’t know him, didn’t fucking like the way that he looked at his sister, but he couldn’t risk something happening to her.

She was his little sister, his best friend, and the reason that he was going to drink one day. He needed to keep her safe, and right now, that meant trusting Quinn while he tried to put an end to this nightmare. If it was up to him, he’d close down Haven Technologies and start over, anything to keep his sister safe, but it would destroy Bailey.

She saw her employees as her friends and family, which was the reason why they were in this fucking mess, Nathan thought, giving up staring at the bathroom door and rolled onto his back. This had to fucking work, he told himself as he rubbed his hands roughly over his face before dropping them away and-

“What the fuck am I going to do?”

“Moving over would be a great start,” the woman who took a long fucking time in the bathroom said seconds before Nathan found himself shoved over and the small woman that was seriously starting to piss him off, climbing into the bed next to him and-

Stole his pillow.

God, she was so much like the little pain in the ass, Nathan thought as he turned his head to glare at the little brat, only to find himself swallowing hard as he took in the small woman wearing his shirt. He took in her long, wavy, dark hair, the blue eyes watching him curiously before his gaze dropped to full, plump lips and-

What the hell was he doing?

“Your hair’s darker than Bailey’s,” Nathan said, shifting his attention back to her eyes to find them narrowed on him.

“I dyed it,” Casey said, shrugging it off as she settled more comfortably on her side as she considered him.

“Why?” he asked, reaching over to take one soft strand between his fingers and gently rubbed the silky strands between his fingertips, unable to help himself.

“Part of my disguise,” Casey murmured absently seconds before she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, looking as though she wanted to say something.

“What is it?” Nathan asked softly as he forced himself to release her hair.

Casey opened her mouth, only to close it, shake her head, and mutter, “Nothing. Forget it,” as she rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.

“Tell me,” Nathan said, so fucking curious about this woman.

For months, he’d barely noticed her, barely thought about her and-

That wasn’t true.

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