Page 14 of The Savior

His jaw ticked. “I never said that.”

“And you don’t get to ask for my help then act like a turd.”

His face froze. “A turd?”

“Yeah.” She pursed her lips, refusing to repent for her lack of f-bombs and five-dollar-word name-calling. She used them when necessary, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it covered.”

She nearly tipped back in her high heels for how hard her eyes rolled. “You haveitcovered? You don’t even know whatitis!”

“And neither do you. Which is what I want.”

Indignant, she straightened her shoulders. “And why is that?”

He jerked away, but she snagged his arm again. Liam pulled free but didn’t storm off. “What is going on with you?”

“I already let Julia die on my watch. I’m sure as shit not going to point you toward an early grave too.”

Her jaw fell, and her heart broke. For the second time, she wanted desperately to reassure him Julia wasn’t killed because of him—butaftershe set his butt straight. “You do not get to pull the uber-protective man card to keep me safe.” She was a US Marshal for crying out loud.

“I can pull whatever I want, Chelsea.”

Gah! He was infuriating. “Go blow your chauvinistic bull-spit out your pie hole.”

His brow furrowed as if she were the one who needed a mental-wellness check. “I’m going to take all my chauvinistic bullshitand keep you safe. Like it or not.”

He hustled away and left Chelsea with her head spinning.

So much had changed the day Mac gave her the news. Chelsea had fought for a new normal, searching for a way to live life without the best friend who had been close enough to be her sister. But now, with a pile of photos and anonymous redacted reports, questions shredded her healing.

If Liam had information about asecondshooter, then nothing would keep Chelsea from inserting herself into the manhunt—whether he liked it or not.

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