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Pulling something from his pocket, Liam produced a small black square sitting on his fingertip. “Mic.”
“It’s so tiny.”
“Rowan’s design. There’s also a small earpiece I want you to wear.” He fiddled with the neckline of her dress, securing the black square. “Stay with me at all times unless I say something different. I might leave you in a crowd to see who approaches.”
“So, the mic is the hook and I’m the worm,” she mumbled sarcastically. “Wonderful.”
“Answer all phone calls.”
“Got it.”
“And under no circumstances do you fight me if I kiss you in public.”
Now, he was just being ridiculous.
“I guess you were too distracted to notice, but what we did out under the oak was my first ‘good time’ in a long time,” she whispered, very aware of the audience watching at the end of the hall. “So, no, William. I am not going to fight if you kiss me in public. Hell, I wouldn’t even fight if you wanted to have sex with me in public.”
“If you keep it up, I’m going to be spanking you in public.”
“And I’m totally down with that, too.”
Chapter 24
“What do you mean you can’t get in the car?”
Everyone had already left. Izzy and Liam rode ahead with Abe so they could make sure everything Izzy had set up earlier was still in place and that their people were in position.
Jamison understood this whole thing was an inconvenience, but she had no idea it was an all hands on deck type of thing, and she almost said they shouldn’t go.
That is until Rowan asked Annabeth if she wanted to ride on his bike. Positively giddy over the idea, she’d all but dragged him out the door.
“My dress is too tight,” she tried to explain to her father. “I need your help. Just pull me in.”
Scrubbing a hand down his face, he looked tired already, and they hadn’t even left yet. “Go change.”
She glared at him across the hood. “This dress is just as hard to get off as it is to get on.”
Simone stood on the porch, watching them. “What’s going on?”
“I need help getting in, and Dad’s being difficult,” Jamison shouted back to her. “My dress is too tight.”
“Can you even sit in a car looking like that?” Simone shouted back.
“I was thinking I would lie down in the back.”
“Christ.” Her father went to the rear door behind the driver’s seat and wrenched it open. “Let’s do this.”
Scurrying to the opposite rear door, she opened it and leaned down to look at him, waiting. “How?”
“Can you lift your leg?”
“Not at all.”
“How did you get downstairs?”
“I’m honestly not sure.”
He pulled a burner phone from his pocket and made a call. “Get your ass out here.”
