Page 81 of Somebody's Watching Me
“Great,” he grumbled and held her phone in the air. “We’re done with this.”
The fear of Michael calling back hung on, and she didn’t want to touch it. “I’ll get it from you tomorrow. Were you able to trace him at all?”
“No, we didn’t get a damn thing, but we’re prepared for next time.”
“Hopefully, there won’t be a next time.”
Reclining in his chair, Liam looked her over. “Ben didn’t hire a member of a family that absolutely hates yours without reason. Rowan isn’t just good at what he does. He’s one of the best in his field. Three foreign governments tried to hire him in the last year alone.”
This was all information she knew. “What are you getting at?
“Sinclair took a risk in contacting you. He’s insane, yes, but not stupid. There was something in that conversation he wanted to be heard.” Standing from the table, he stretched his arms overhead and yawned. “With four people guaranteed to be listening. You, me, Rowan, and Klausen.”
“And you’re in here trying to figure out the who and the what.”
Coming around the table, he stood before her in his overly wrinkled clothes. He was dead on his feet and needed rest. “I’m also in here thinking up ways to draw him out again.”
Tentatively, she laid a hand on his bare cheek. When she popped out of Simone’s bedroom this morning and saw how he had shaved and attempted to trim his shaggy locks, her heart had done an entire gymnastic routine. It was for her. The effort was always just for her.
“I like you with a little scruff, but the whole beard was too much.”
There it was. An insignificant twitch of his lips that meant everything. “Whatever, I look good with a beard.” He moved closer, invading every inch of space between them. “And my shaved face set you off. What the hell was with the attitude this morning?”
Being barefoot, she was a few inches shorter than him and had to tilt her chin upward to meet his gaze. “Insanity,” she confessed. “I’m going insane from all this.”
“That makes two of us. Maybe three, if you count Samuel.”
“Selah said he’s worried.”
“Selah should be.” Reaching past her, Liam hit the light switch, and the room fell into darkness. “What are you getting ready to do? Go to bed?”
“Um, I’ll probably read until I fall asleep.”
Even in the dark, she could see him smile. “What are you reading?”
One of the many hobbies they shared was reading, even forming their own “book club” after she read him some of the more scandalous passages from her romance books.
He’d been adorably shocked at first. “You’re into that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, let’s find out.”
Turns out she was into it. Hours later, when they lay crumpled on the floor after fucking themselves right off the bed, Liam had declared that night to be their first official book club meeting.
“I’m reading a memoir.”
He made a face. “You’ll be asleep in no time.”
“The only other book I brought was a murder mystery, and I don’t think I can handle it.”
Cupping her jaw, he rubbed a thumb over the cut on her bottom lip. “Don’t let him in. I’ve got you. No matter what we are to each other, I’ve got you. For better or for worse.”
If he had punched her square in the stomach, it would have hurt less than hearing him say for better or for worse. “I know you won’t let anything happen to us, just like I know Michael was lying about those therapy sessions. You didn’t say those things.”
“Yes, I did.” His fingertips pressed into the back of her neck. “It’s terrifying to love someone the way I love you.”
“Love shouldn’t be terrifying.”
