Page 89 of Free to Fall

I tip my head up and meet his hooded eyes. “Whatever you’re having is fine.”

He drags his fingers down my back before stepping away. “Give me just a moment.”

With that time, I walk over to the windows overlooking the backyard and stare into the dark, letting the night absorb my reflection as if that can also take away the wild emotions rioting through me.

My fingers clutch the sill as I contemplate the events of the evening from the moment I opened the door to find Liam standing in front of me with a bouquet of armor. My fingers smooth along the richly sanded wood as I recall the confidence with which I navigated the red carpet.

Joking, like always, with the StellaNova team. A private smile lifts my lips when I think about the number of connections we have to them. “I wonder if Liam picked up on the wink,” I murmur.

“From StellaNova’s cameraman? Of course I did. You’ll find I don’t miss much.”

I look over my shoulder and find him holding two cognac glasses. He lifts one to his lips and takes a sip before remarking, “I didn’t put it together until just now. He looks too much like you to not be a relative.”

“My younger brother, Chuck.”

“Ahh.”

“He’s worked for them since college.” I can practically see the wheels turn in Liam’s head if that’s why we’re so comfortable with the media outlet owner. “We’re a complicated family, Liam. You’re not going to figure us out in one night.”

He holds out my drink. I step forward to take it when he captures my other wrist. “Then let’s drink to that.”

“To what?” My voice is raspier than normal.

“To complications—wherever they lead us.” He lifts his glass and holds my gaze.

My heart is racing in my chest, but it isn’t anxiety making it dance. It’s the irresistible lure of the man standing mere feet in front of me. I tap my glass against his. The ping rings clear around the room before I repeat, “To complications.”

We both sip and the fiery burn of the sweet and spicy liquor slides over my tongue as it makes its way toward the back of my throat.

I’m about to lift the glass to my lips for a second drink when his voice stops me. “Laura?”

I lower my glass. “Yes?”

“Your family isn’t the one that’s had me lying awake at night trying to figure them out.” He steps closer. “Who are you, Laura?”

My lips part when he plucks the glass from my hand and places it on the windowsill. In the shadow of the moon, he rasps, “Why are you becoming so vital to me? To us?”

In the dim light of the living room, Liam’s green eyes glow as they lock onto mine. My breath comes out in short bursts as a magnetic force pulls us closer. Despite the clanging alarm going off in my head about Bailey asleep only a few rooms away, the air between us electrifies. The tension is so incendiary I feel as if my blood could catch on fire. I try to justify it may be the sole sip of liquor, but I know better.

It’s him.

It’s me.

It’s whatever this is between us.

Knowing there’s an equal desire I’ve been suppressing, I don’t stop Liam when his arm snakes around my waist.

When he hauls me up against his chest.

When I feel the drum of his heart pounding against mine.

Still, I fall for him even more when he hesitates, torn between the sizzling desire arcing between us and the responsibility of being Bailey’s father as he casts a last glance toward the hall leading to Bailey’s room. It’s possible I might want him less if he didn’t, I think to myself as my arms twine around his neck.

His hand comes up to slide into the thickness of my hair, fingers clenching the bound curls tightly before tugging my head back until my eyes meet his.

My breath catches at the emotion leaping from his when he admits huskily, “You’re special to me, Laura. Listening to that song tonight ...” He doesn’t finish his sentence.

He lets his kiss speak for him when his lips cover mine.

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