Page 101 of Somebody's Watching Me
“I’m not.” Samuel took the phone from his wife. “Jamison, do you have any idea how hard you’re going to have to beg? I know he loves you, but you cut his heart in half.”
“I understand.” Other than plotting the demise of shrimp, she’d also made a plan. A subtle one, considering how stressed they all were, but one he would appreciate. “Groveling won’t be the only thing I’ll be doing on my knees.”
Evie wrestled the phone from Samuel. “A million blowjobs won’t make this an easy fix. You can’t just suck the memories of what happened out of him.”
“Ah, but you underestimate my abilities.”
Was there anything more satisfying than achieving the reaction you wanted within seconds of entering a room? Jamison didn’t think so, and standing in the doorway of the media room, she smiled sweetly at Liam. “Where’s your costume?”
Rowan whistled appreciatively. He and Liam were leaning over Izzy, reading something on her screen.
Or they were until she appeared.
“I have a mask,” Rowan said, straightening. “A wolf.”
“Not you.” She pointed at Liam. “Where’s your costume?”
Eyes on her, he remained frozen. “I’m in it.”
When they first started dating, he never dressed for Halloween. But it quickly became his favorite once he realized the holiday meant seeing her in scantily clad costumes.
“What are you supposed to be?”
“An undercover cop.”
Izzy stifled a laugh. “How original.”
She didn’t want to like her. Beautiful, with her perfect boobs and snarky sarcastic attitude, Jamison wanted to find fault in the woman, but couldn’t.
“Liam hates Halloween.”
Izzy twisted in her seat to snicker at his deep blue dress shirt and slacks. “Man, I knew you were dull, but only lame asses hate Halloween, Cohen.” She knocked his hand off her chair and stood. “I expected better from you.”
Sporting a pair of black leather pants and a maroon camisole that accentuated her curves, Izzy sauntered around the table. A short-waisted leather jacket completed the look, along with the various fake knives on her belt paired with the very real gun. Jamison didn’t know what she was supposed to be, but whatever it was, the woman was pulling it off spectacularly.
The maroon lipstick on Izzy’s full lips stretched in approval as she took in the dress. “Very nice.” A knowing look entered her caramel eyes, and she nodded. “That costume is made to entice.”
Abe pulled up from the hall, partially crashing into Jamison’s leg when he saw Izzy. “What are you supposed to be, Izzy?” he asked.
“Why is your voice all squeaky?” Jamison poked his shoulder. “And watch out for my shoes.”
Izzy’s smile spread across her whole face. “Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”
“Dear God, the perfect woman does exist,” Abe whispered to where only Jamison could hear and then cleared his throat to speak louder. “You’ve captured the look totally.”
“Thanks.” Izzy continued to beam at him. “Are you coming tonight?”
“Um, yes.” Abe adjusted his chair, glaring at Jamison so she would move. “I just need to get mycostume on.”
Scooting out of the way, Jamison stepped deeper into the room, forcing herself not to smirk in triumph as she held Liam’s stare. He’d moved beyond shocked desire to anger.
Good.
In the corner, Rowan rummaged through a bag, producing a wolf mask. He slid it on, adjusting the straps. It covered mostly his eyes and nose, working well with his unruly hair and the beard he’d begun to sport over the last couple of days.
“How does this look?”
Dangerous.
