Page 97 of Somebody's Watching Me
The call disconnected, and he sighed. “We need to get back.”
He had driven Simone’s Miata to the shop, unsure of how Annabeth would handle his bike. Riding with the top down was out of the question in the rain, so he guessed squeezing in was his only choice.
“Everything okay?”
“The message was shit… fan… here… now,” he said. “It could be either a new Zanmi problem or Jamison wagging her ass in his face again.”
And there it was. Her smile. Relief loosened the tightness in his lungs, allowing him to breathe. He had meant what he said. There was no going back. What happened out there was the end of their old ways and the start of something new.
“It’s probably Jamison,” she guessed.
Popping up from the chair, she headed to the rear of the porch, her curvaceous hips swaying as she walked. That ass was a work of art, and if Annabeth ever wore shorts as tiny as what Jamison was running around in, Rowan would lose his mind. No wonder Liam had gone into crazy dickhead mode.
“We need our shoes,” she said over her shoulder. “Those are my good black flats, and I’m not leaving them behind.”
“I’ll grab them.”
“How about we race?”
Rowan stopped short. “You think you can do it?”
A look of determination settled on her beautiful face, and she nodded. “Today is a good day, and I can do anything on good days.”
Chapter 23
Examining herself in the mirror, Jamison was ready to admit Evie knew what she was talking about. The right dress at the right moment could make all the difference.
The skintight velvet black piece with its sheer panel sides was the perfect revenge outfit. Smoothing her straightened hair, she settled a headband with glittery cat ears on her head.
“Meow.”
Her bedroom door opened, and Annabeth sashayed into the room wearing a witch’s costume. Well, wearing what she claimed to be a witch’s costume. Spinning in the short, sleek gray dress for Jamison’s approval, she held onto a pointy hat on her head as she twirled.
“Ta-da.” Annabeth kicked a foot back in the air as she ended her grand entrance. “Like it?”
Jamison let out a low whistle, a little jealous of how well Annabeth’s thigh-high suede boots matched the outfit.
“Love it,” she replied, more than ready for a little escape. Selah had gone into full,let’stalk out your feelingsmode. No, thank you. Lenora wanted to help her figure out how to handle Liam. Double no thanks.Her father had wisely kept his distance, but managed to continuously remind her that men did stupid things when protecting what they loved.
Ugh.
Not unexpectedly, Simone had taken to pretending that everything was normal, and since she was feeling better, back to bossing everyone around as usual.
Abe was the sole sane person left, and that was only because he was too busy ogling Haven’s new houseguest.
“That woman has a gun, a booty, and a bad attitude,” he’d whispered when they all told him to quit staring. “That’s my future wife right there, and I will look all I want.”
Beautiful, with gorgeous black ringlet hair and a toned physique, Isabel—please call me Izzy—Peña, seemed quite capable of handling herself. Cool, calm, and at Liam’s side almost every second of the day, the woman was all business.
It was hard not to hate her on the spot.
“Oh, that’s Bernie.” The burner phone she was being forced to use buzzed with a text. “I told her we were going out.”
Let me see.
Jamison snapped a selfie, being sure to show the sheer sides of the dress.I’m going to make him suffer.
Good.
