Page 128 of Unsuitable

Kas’s words have been haunting me all day, conjuring up the images of what he must have lived through that night. What he still lives with every day.

“Somehow, I survived. Some days, I wish I hadn’t.”

Those words have stuck with me and affected me most.

I want him to be happy. I want to be the one to make him happy.

He’s so quietly strong about everything that happened to him. He calls me strong, but he’s the one who is. He’s so brave.

Knowing all this has made me realize just what he truly means to me. It’s put everything into perspective.

I knew I cared about Kas. I just didn’t realize the extent.

I’m falling for him.

Listening to him this morning, finding out what had happened to him…I ached for him. I felt every pain that he felt. And I wanted to kill those bastards with my bare hands for what they had done to him…to her.

The depths of the way it wrecked me wasn’t just empathy for another human being. It’s because I’m falling for this beautiful, broken, complex man.

That is why I find myself taking the train to Westcott at six thirty p.m.

I just need to see him. Talk to him.

Exiting the train at my stop, I walk the twenty minutes to the Matis Estate.

And then I’m standing outside the gates before I know it.

I key in the code on the keypad, and as soon as the gates part, I slip between them and walk up the long driveway to the house.

When I reach the house, I see that Kas’s car is parked out front, so I know for sure that he’s home. I don’t know what I was planning to do if he wasn’t. Probably wait here until he showed up.

I walk up to the front door and knock. Then, I wait.

It’s not long before I hear his footsteps approaching, and the door swings open.

“Daisy.” He doesn’t look surprised to see me.

As far as I know, they don’t have cameras on the Matis Estate, so he couldn’t have seen me coming.

Weird.

“Hi.” I smile tentatively.

He’s dressed in black lounge pants and a white T-shirt. His feet are bare.

He looks beautiful. Tired but beautiful.

My beautiful, broken man.

He stands aside to let me in and closes the door once I’m inside.

“Can I get you something to drink?” he asks softly.

“Coffee would be great.”

Kas heads off to the kitchen. I take my shoes off and hang my coat up before following after him.

When I get there, he’s making our coffees. I lean my hip against the center island, watching him move around the kitchen.