Page 38 of Our Lips Are Sealed
Evie gasped. “You hung up on Simone.”
Pale over what she’d done, Jamison took a deep breath. “What history?”
A fragment of hope bloomed in Evie’s chest, and she silenced Simone calling back. She would get her ass chewed out later, but she wasn’t about to miss her chance with Jamison. “I told you, this started forever ago.”
Jamison pulled her legs up into the seat, wrapping her arms around them. “We have time, and I want you to tell me.”
“Everything?”
“If this weren’t Samuel, you would give me the dirty details, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then go ahead,” Jamison said, scrunching her nose. “But use a pseudonym for him. Call him Bob or something.”
Evie raised an eyebrow. “Bob?”
“You better start talking before I change my mind.”
And so, Evie drove a little further, telling the tale of her andBob.
“You actually said that to him on the boat?”
“Hey, I was trying to be sexy.”
“Give it to me hard,” Jamison mimicked, and Evie grabbed a wad of condoms still spread all over them to throw at her.
“Well, Bob did give it to me hard. I could barely walk yesterday.”
Jamison gagged. “Honestly, I’m shocked Bob is that talented in the bedroom. He’s always so stiff and formal.”
“Bob also has a very talented tongue.”
Jamison made exaggerated retching noises through their laughter, and for a minute, Evie thought that maybe everything would be okay. “Well, he does,” she said. “And you know that mirror in his foyer?”
“Oh please, no more.” Jamison held up her hands with a groan. “I’ve heard enough. I won’t be able to look my brother in the face the next time I see him.”
Evie’s phone vibrated with a text, and the smiles on their faces dimmed as the message from Annabeth synced to the dashboard’s screen.Samuel knows.
Chapter 9
“Iwouldlikeitto be noted,” Liam managed to get out, “that you’re assaulting a federal officer.”
“No, I’m not,” Samuel snarled in his face, applying extra pressure to Liam’s throat with his forearm. “I’m assaulting the guy who’s been eye-fucking my sister and filling her head with dangerous nonsense over the last few days.”
Through his hazy vision, Liam saw Ben’s face materialize over Samuel’s shoulder. “Let him go.”
With a shove, Samuel released him, and Liam slumped against the door frame of Haven’s kitchen, clinging to it until his oxygen levels returned to normal.
Turning to Annabeth, who had smartly retreated to the other side of the kitchen, Samuel struggled to remain calm. “Tell me again what happened.”
“Last night, Jamison heard noises coming from Evie’s room and thought she was having a nightmare, so she went to check on her,” Annabeth explained. “But the door was locked, and she listened a little longer, figuring out that it was you in there with Evie.”
Samuel pivoted around to face Liam. “And how in the hell would she even have an inkling that it was me?”
Liam swallowed thickly, his throat sore. “I said things last night during our argument that I shouldn’t have,” he admitted. “I apologize, but I honestly didn’t think Jamison would get this upset and run off. I told her to postpone her plans to visit these people.”
Rage seeped into Samuel’s eyes. Not once during their interview did Liam think the man was capable of murdering another human being. But now, with Evie in possible danger, he was pretty sure he’d made an error in that assessment.
