Page 65 of Somebody's Watching Me
“What does that mean?”
“That it’s only natural to think that he has romantic feelings for you.”
She jabbed him in the stomach with her elbow. It didn’t do much damage, but it felt good, nonetheless. “I am not attracted to him.”
“Never said you were,” he replied, only slightly winded from the hit. “I said he had romantic feelings for you.”
“He doesn’t.”
“No, he doesn’t.” His hot breath tickled her ear. “Sinclair is up to something, and it has nothing to do with you.”
“The cuts on my legs and bruises on my arms say otherwise.”
Running a hand down her arm, he paused on the largest bruise. “I’m going to kill him for touching you.”
Here she was, right back to it. Understanding another human like she did Liam was both a comfort and a curse. The comfort came from being able to be completely free with him, physically and emotionally. The curse was knowing when he spoke an absolute truth.
“You will not.” She turned to straddle his thighs. “Since you no longer work for the Bureau, going after Sinclair basically falls under the category of vigilante justice.”
“Vigilante justice?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Sounds a bit dramatic. Like an old western.”
Being called dramatic was the worst insult he could throw at her, and the jerk knew it. With a growl, she yanked at the tips of his shaggy hair. “Well, you look like you belong in the old west.”
“I’ve had no complaints.”
“I bet your mother hates the beard.”
“Good thing I’m not dating my mother.”
She believed him when he said he wasn’t sleeping with Izzy, but he was working for Fairweather Holdings now. Office romances were a dime a dozen, and with thousands of single women at his fingertips, any of them would kill to have a chance with a man like Liam.
Already mentally drafting a memo to send to their entire staff over the importance of keeping their professional life separate from their personal one, she got to her feet. “I want to sleep in Simone’s room.”
“Hold on.” Rising with her, he rummaged through one of the bathroom drawers. “Take two sets. Annabeth wanted to sleep in there, too.”
Liam dropped earplugs in her hand, and she stared down at them. They were from the industrial sized container of disposable ones he keptstored at Haven. She had never tossed them out. In fact, she hadn’t cleaned out any of his stuff here.
“Come on, I’ll take you.”
Closing her hand around the earplugs, she shook her head. “I can go by myself.”
“I know you can, but that doesn’t mean I can’t walk you down.”
Head high, she straightened her shoulders. One of the hardest things she had to relearn was how to rely solely on herself. It had been excruciatingly hard at first, having been part of a unit for so long, but she’d done it and wasn’t about to lose her momentum.
“I said I can go by myself.”
“Fine.” He moved out of the way. “Glad to know you haven’t lost your stubborn streak.”
First, he had called her dramatic, and now he was throwing the word she hated only second to dramatic in her face. Stubborn.
“I’m not stubborn. I just refuse to live in fear. If I want to walk alone downstairs in the middle of the night, then I will. Zanmi and their group of freaks are not going to control what I do.”
“Trying to control you is like trying to control a natural disaster as it’s happening,” he grumbled. “It’s not possible.”
“So, I’m dramatic, stubborn, and now I’m a natural disaster?” Marching past, she stuck her nose in the air. “It’s a wonder how you tolerated me for as long as you did.”
He caught her by the arm. “You don’t have to act tough with me. I’m here, Jamison.”
