Page 89 of The Reno
I attempted to make it better, spreading the remainder of the plaster, trying to keep it all even. Once I was done, I turned around to look at Danny.
“What do you think? Any better?”
Danny grinned. “I’ve seen worse.”
I snorted. “Thanks.”
I turned to ask Liam and paused. He was looking at Danny with an intense, watchful expression. His eyes weren’t moving from him. A light blush on his cheeks. His gaze shifted to me and darkened with something else. Desire. He was… god. Liam’s eyes were dark and stormy.
Jealousy.
Liam was jealous.
I glanced at Danny. His eyes were shifting between Liam and me as fast as lightning, and a new realisation dawned on his face. His smile turned feral.
“Alright, boss?” Danny said, humour at the edge of his voice. “I was just teaching Kat some tricks of the trade. She’s a natural.”
Danny bumped my shoulder.
“I don’t remember paying you to flirt, Danny.”
God, it was immature to find it sexy. I needed to grow up. I was a feminist, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t need some alpha dickhead getting all possessive. But damn. The murderous look on Liam’s face sent a thrill up my spine. I’d never had anyone jealous because of me, so sue me. It was a novel experience, the way Liam’s eyes tracked Danny’s shoulder touching mine.
Danny didn’t flinch or cower. He was grinning. He must be so used to dealing with Liam’s moods that it made him invincible. Or reckless.
Danny shrugged. “You know me. I can’t resist chatting up a pretty girl.”
“She’s a woman, not a girl. And I do know you,” Liam seethed. “Get back to work.” Liam angled his head. “Kat, a word?”
Liam turned on his heel and stalked from the room, and I couldn’t help but stare at his arse in those utility trousers. I should be angry at him for being petty and territorial, but with an arse like that, I couldn’t stay angry forever.
Danny gave me a look. “I wonder what’s got into him today?”
“I’ll go check on him,” I said, shuffling from the room, leaving Danny to finish the wall.
“Mhm,” Danny said, returning to fix the wall.
I went into the hallway in search of Liam. A hand pulled me through into the next room, the dining room, and back against a solid chest. The sun came through the window, illuminating the dust and naked floorboards under our feet. Liam’s hands were around my waist, holding me to him, my back to his chest. I held back a shiver at his breath at my ear.
“Would you say yes?” Liam’s voice rumbled. “If he asked you out? Because he wants to. I can tell.”
I gave a breathy laugh. “Why does it matter?”
“Are you trying to make me jealous, Red?” Liam said, voice low.
I smirked. “That’s all it took—”
“I want to spank you so bad right now,” Liam said into my ear, eliciting a shiver through me. I never thought I was into… that. But when Liam said it with a teasing edge to his voice, I was in.
“Would you say yes?” Liam asked. “Tell me.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because of you.”
“Good girl.” Liam whipped me around and pressed me against the door. We moved together, our lips meeting, a clash of tongues and teeth. His weight pressed down on me, pushing me harder into the door. Liam’s hands roamed all over me. Then, he pulled back and gave me an earnest look. This was real Liam. No resting bitch face. No schooled emotions.
