Page 111 of Not That Impossible

Ray had paused at the door and was also looking at me. There was nothing soft about his regard. He narrowed his eyes for a fraction of a second, then continued on out.

Liam and Adam followed in his wake.

The noise of the coffee shop back kicked in, and so did my nerves. This was theworstday.

Theworst.

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Ididn’t think Ray really would sue me.

…would he?

He’d made a valid point, after all, in amongst all the ranting. Itwouldsolve his problem with his murder house.

No one wants to buy a house that has been in the news for having dead people stashed in it. No way would he be able to get a buyer to give him a decent market price. Not unless they’re getting a hell of a bargain. Or they’re a true crime fan.

Liam, Adam and Ray were all standing outside the coffee shop, talking. I couldn’t hear them, but I had a great view as Adam lifted Ray’s face to his and laid one on him.

I anxiously checked to see how Liam took it. He didn’t seem particularly fazed; he rolled his eyes as Adam deepened the kiss and Ray held on for dear life. When Adam pulled away, smiling as Ray swayed after him, Liam had his professional, mildly impatient expression back in place.

Adam sauntered off in the direction of the hotel. After watching him go, Liam and Ray continued their conversation.

I did a quick search on my phone about getting sued for libel, but I didn’t really know where to start. Wikipedia articles could only get you so far. Even the titles of the blog posts and articles that Google wanted me to check out were making my blood run cold. I wasn’t a lawyer. I didn’t know the first thing about the law.

My gaze tracked back to Liam, who was still talking to Ray.

Now there was someone who knew plenty about the law.

Andhis ex-wife was a lawyer.

I leapt up from the table. I’d go out there and apologise to Ray and then, depending on how that went, grill Liam about the process of being sued.

They both suddenly looked over at me.

My gaze bounced between them. Liam was grim.

Raywavedat me.

Oh, god.

That was a threat.

I sat down heavily, knocking into the table and making it shake. I caught my coffee cup before it fell to the floor.

He was going to do it, wasn’t he? Ray was going to have me arrested, thrown into jail, and sued until I had nothing left.

I was cranked so tight by that point, I nearly screamed when my phone rang. I grabbed it, almost knocked my cup over again, and said, “Hello?”

“Oh, Jasper.” Adam sighed.

“Did you read the article?”

“Yes. I bought a copy from the newsagents and skimmed it on the way back to the hotel. I’m almost there.”

Silence hung between us. My stomach churned.

“It was an exciting read,” he said, eventually.

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