Page 12 of Somebody's Watching Me
“Another fun part of pregnancy. The baby is pushing on my lungs.” Evie sucked in another sharp breath. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Nothing was off-limits between them, and it would always be that way. “I’ll hopefully have kids. I’m just not going to have kids with him.”
“Liam is getting kicked in his balls the next time I see him,” Evie growled, sounding like one of the feral cats around Haven House. “Then I’m going to shove them up his nose.”
Jamison loved her big sister’s enthusiasm, but the hormones were making her scary. “This isn’t all his fault.”
“Let my rage have aim, or someone else might get caught up in it.”
“This pregnancy is really kicking your ass, huh?”
“It’s serious.” The sounds of the chaos in the background faded as if Evie were hiding from her daughters. “I need sex like twenty-four-seven. Samuel is getting no sleep. I even called him home from the office today during the girl’s naptime because I couldn’t wait.”
Jamison stopped walking. Maybe there were certain things that were off-limits. “I think I just threw up in my mouth.”
“I mean Annabeth ordered me some toys, but it’s not the same as having Samuel. He knows exactly what Inee—”
Holding the phone away from her head, Jamison shouted, “La, la, la… shut up. Boundaries!”
Only when she was sure Evie understood did she return the phone to her ear. “You there?”
“Yeah, I’m here. I guess I’ll only talk about my sex addiction to Annabeth, and maybe Abe if he’ll stop long enough to listen.”
“Don’t torture Abe with that information.”
Unable to locate the car and driver, Jamison waited at the curb. Behind her, she heard Rowan’s deep voice as he exited the building, and a quick glance over her shoulder had her wrinkling her nose. He was walking with Taylor, her dad’s assistant. Originally coming to work for the company under Samuel when he managed their Ft. Lauderdale division, Taylor had recently moved into the position after her father’s long-time assistant retired.
“Let me call you back.”
Jamison plastered a polite smile on her face. Tired and feeling the weight of the weekend settling on her shoulders, the very last thing she wanted to do was make small talk. Rowan, she could handle, but Taylor made her slightly uncomfortable. The woman was nice, and great at her job, but it was more than a little obvious she had a crush on her dad.
“Hey Taylor, are you joining us?”
In a normal world, Taylor would be the ideal woman for an older man in a powerful position. Smart, in her mid-thirties, and gorgeous, she fit the bill perfectly.
But no matter how hard Taylor tried, Jamison knew her father would keep things professional. He wasn’t in the market for a wife, letting his company and grandkids take up his time.
“If you don’t mind.” Taylor sheepishly tucked a strand of silky strawberry blonde hair behind an ear. “I need a weekend away, and to check on my condo.”
“Of course not,” Jamison lied. “The more the merrier.”
Chapter 3
“Why exactly are you tagging along?”
Sitting in the seat next to her, Rowan’s fingers flew deftly over the keyboard of his laptop while she waited for him to answer. This was going to be a shitty weekend, and she was letting her petty monster loose on an easy target. He might be a lady’s man, with his tousled black hair, well-sculpted body, and non-apologist attitude, but Jamison knew the truth.
“Rowan?”
Asleep in the back of the twelve-passenger jet, Taylor remained oblivious to their conversation, and Jamison poked Rowan’s shoulder. “Answer me.”
Clear blue eyes met hers. “What?”
“I asked, why are you tagging along?”
He shrugged, and his attention returned to the screen. “Because your brother said to come. There are some security issues at the offices there, and he wanted me to personally handle it.”
Samuel trusted few, with Rowan being one of them. If there were a genuine threat to their security, he wouldn’t allow anyone other than him to handle it.
