Page 83 of Kissing Kayley

My hand reached up and fingered the delicate stainless steel chainmail necklace I wore—my day collar.

It still bore a tracking fob, but since I was no longer a protectee it wasn’t tied to the Secret Service.

No, my protective hubby and my overprotective brother had tracking apps on their phones they could use to find me, though.

Not that I minded.

I pulled on a bathrobe and was headed toward the kitchenette to make our coffee when a series of light raps in some sort of musical pattern sounded on our room door.

I didn’t even use the viewfinder because if we weren’t safe here we wouldn’t be safe anywhere except under a damned mountain.

Jordan held a drink carrier with four cups. “Morning, sis.”

I didn’t even have time to ask him what was going on when he kissed me on the cheek on his way past me.

“Um, good morning.” I closed the door and followed him over to the table. “You’re up early.”

He arched an eyebrow at me. “It’s nearly lunchtime at home. Maybe Leo and El can sleep in, but I can’t.” He touched each cup. “Latte, vanilla chai, cappuccino, and dark roast with two creams, sugars, and two shots of espresso. Wasn’t certain what you’d want, so I picked several.”

I reached for the last one as he smiled. “Knew it.” He grabbed the chai and sipped. “What are we doing this morning?”

“Shouldn’t we wait on them?”

He shook his head. “This is fantasy land and I’m damned sure going to enjoy every second. Not to be crude, or TMI, but we can fuck and spank our brains out at home. Don’t get a chance to just hang loose like this, though.” He waggled the fingers of his free hand at me, shooing me toward the bedroom. “Go get dressed,” he said.

“I think I need to clear it with the big guy first.”

He grinned. “Then godoit!”

With the cup in my hand I returned to the bedroom. Vic had rolled onto his side and pulled my pillow into his arms. He peeled one eye open at my return.

“Is that Jordan?” he mumbled.

I walked over and kissed his forehead. “Yes, Sir.”

He wearily sighed. “Go have fun,” he said. “I want to sleep in.”

“What about breakfast?”

“Eat if you want to, baby. We can have lunch together.”

“Okay.”

I grabbed clothes and stepped into the bathroom to dress. When I returned to the living room, Jordan grinned and reached for my hand.

“Let’s go! We didn’t get to see much last night.”

“He said I could have breakfast, if I want.”

“We can do that, too,” he said.

I made sure I had my room key and let Jordan lead me out.

“I want to see the Dungeon,” he said.

I didn’t need to tell him the way, so he’d obviously studied the floor plan.

It was also clear he’d somehow arranged for a quick tour even though the Dungeon wouldn’t officially open for play until nine. Jordan stopped just inside the entry, his jaw gaping as he stared around. “Wow!” he gasped, awestruck.