Page 11 of Out of Bounds
When I told the officers who raided Liev’s apartment to treat her like him, I never thought they’d let her leave the place with next to nothing on. While it was great to see more skin on her than I’ve ever seen, that was bad too.
I watch her shimmy out of the blanket she wrapped around herself.
“I really don’t want this. It smells my ointment.” She complains giving me the blanket.
I take it from her, thinking she’s right but I push away any explanation I could give her. Anything I say is going to make tonight worse than it already is.
“Let’s go.”
She follows me out to the parking lot, and we jump in my Ferrari. She looks it over in admiration like she did at Quinn and Logan’s wedding but doesn’t comment.
The silence follows us all the way to her little apartment, but I steal glances at her knowing she’s upset for a whole other reason than the scare of being incarcerated.
She’s upset about Liev. I haven’t spoken to him yet, but when I do, he’ll never forget my face and he’ll wish he never got involved with Bree.
I’m still wondering how a sweet woman like her could have been lured to a guy like him.
When I pull up in front of her apartment complex and I realize this is it until God knows when I next see her, the silence works my last nerve and I decide to ask the question.
“What the hell were you doing with a guy like Liev?” I blurt startling her. she was just about to undo her seatbelt.
“What?”
“You heard me?”
“Didn’t you ask me that already?” she wrinkles her nose.
“Not like that.”
“I thought the interrogation was over.”
“It is. I’m just curious.”
Those beautiful eyes stare back at me and just for a moment I see that momentary spark then it’s gone.
I’ve been in love exactly one time only and I thought I’d found the love of my life. But even she didn’t look at me like that.
“I don’t know,” her answer snaps me out of my daze and I find myself looking at her with narrowed eyes.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Oh please Ethan, I’m sure you don’t have an explanation for every woman who lands on your arm.”
“But they’re not there for all of six months, darlin.”
She looks irritated at my answer and my use of her accent.
“My cousin is marrying the Prince of Monaco.”
“No shit. Which cousin is this?”
“Lucille, the model and actress.”
“You have such a cousin?” I incline my head.
Her nostrils flair. “You met her, and asked if the beauty and talent gene pool skipped me.”
I have no memory of that but that does sound like something I’d say to piss her off.
