Page 92 of Bad Blood

I glance over my shoulder to make sure she’s gone. “She was never my girlfriend.”

“Right. That’s rough,” Liam says with a chuckle.

This is a bad omen. A harbinger of doom. A warning. But if I stay home and cancel the shoot, Bree will kill me.

There’s no way Bree could catch me, even with my chicken legs.

“I told you she was a bad idea. You don’t listen,” Liam says, drawing me from my thoughts.

I wait for the return of dark-brown curls as I duck into the elevator, relieved. “I don’t need reminding.”

“You should trust me on these sorta things.”

“Liam?”

“Yeah?”

I hit the button on the bottom floor. “Shut up.”

“I’m just sayin’.”

“I know she was a bad idea, okay?”

Liam humphs into the phone. “What are you gonna do?”

“Run away.”

“That sounds reasonable. Does Bree know?”

“Not yet,” I say. “Don’t mention Dani when you see Bree, ‘kay?” It’s a simple request of Liam. The last thing I need is for Bree to lose her shit before I can explain.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Did you get my ice?”

“I’m almost there. Do you have plans this weekend?” I ask, trying to act nonchalant.

He yawns into the phone, and I chuckle to myself at the way this conversation is unraveling since he’s literally a few floors above me, and we’re talking on the phone. “Not that I know of. Why?”

I run a hand down my face. “Dani, remember?”

“And?”

“Stay home. Okay? I don’t need her finding you or figuring out where we live.”

“No plans, remember?”

“I’ll make sure everything’s figured out before I leave in the morning. When you go to your appointment on Monday, keep an eye out.”

“Chill. I’m fine. She’s never had a thing for me.”

I lean against the back wall, crossing my ankles. Liam’s never seen the seriousness of why we need to be cautious regarding Dani.

She proved there was no limit to what she would do when she broke into our last apartment and burned all my shit.

We had to move.

I got a restraining order because of that incident.

“That’s not the point. Dani could use you to get to me.”

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