Page 138 of Somebody's Watching Me
”Iama Fairweather.”
Early in their relationship she learned never to underestimate William Cohen. To everyone else he was a man who thought before he acted. Calm every second of the day.
But not always.
Sometimes, he could be pushed too far.
Being without him for so long had dulled her senses, and she gasped as she was flung back on the bed, her wrists pinned to the mattress.
“The second you left this place, and we started our life together, you became more mine than theirs,” he snarled, the pain she recognized all too well burning in his eyes. “You’re my whole world, Jamison, and yet, I’m worth nothing to you.”
She shook her head violently. “Not true.”
“Yes, it is.” Dropping his forehead, he rested it against hers. “If you felt even a fraction of the love I have for you, we would have been married last weekend, and you wouldn’t be hiding whatever it is you’re hiding.”
“Every chance you get, you’re telling me not to let Michael get into my head,” she told him, keeping her voice surprisingly calm. “I think you need to take your own advice.”
He shoved off her and headed for the door.
“Liam.”
Stopping as if that unseen thread that bound them together had been tugged, he waited. Hand on the doorknob, he waited for her to speak. To tell him anything. Anything that would make this all come to an end.
She wanted to do it.
Shewoulddo it.
But not now.
It wasn’t the right time.
Bile rose in her throat, tangling with the things that needed to be said, yet she swallowed it down. “Are you sleeping in here tonight?”
He took an eternity to answer, and as she waited, Knightly slinked out of his hiding spot under the bed to rub along Liam’s ankles. “You need to rest. We have an early morning tomorrow with Evie’s ultrasound appointment.”
And with that, he was gone.
Chapter 29
Taking the stairs two at a time, Jamison rushed to the ground floor. They were late for the ultrasound appointment, and she stumbled onto the lower level, cracking her ankle on the mahogany newel post.
She couldn’t believe she overslept. That wasn’t like her at all. Weird dreams involving Laura Jean crying on Haven’s lawn had plagued her for half the night. Each time they started, she woke in a panic with the echo of her mother’s screaming for Evie tostay,banging around in her head.
Liam was to blame. After crying herself to sleep, it wasn’t any wonder that her mind couldn’t rest.
“What the hell?” Jamison paused in the hall when a harsh screeching let loose through the house. “Is someone killing a cat?”
The ear-splitting squeals were coming from the parlor. She took a hesitant step into the doorway, expecting to see a feline slaughter going down right there on Simone’s favorite area rug.
Instead, she found her father sitting on the couch, sipping his morning coffee, and watching Theo and Harper going full metal on a karaoke machine. Next to the girls, Xavier played guitar—a real freaking guitar—strumming random chords as he banged his head to the noise.
“Morning,” Simone called out as she came down the hall with an extremely irate Selah chasing after her. “Enjoying the show?”
“That guitar is not coming home with us,” Selah said when the two of them joined her in the doorway. “What was dad thinking?”
Simone eyeballed her son. “He was thinking it would make our grandson happy. Now, go away and let me enjoy my babies making music together while I can.”
“Oh, so that’s what this is about.” Selah crossed his arms and tried to look intimidating. “You guys are upset we’re leaving, so you gave Xavier a guitar to torture me and Lenora.”
