Page 47 of Trusting Liam (Taking Chances 2)

Kira stopped walking and pointed back to the shop. “Oh, don’t you mean the love of your life?” she teased.

“Shut up,” I grumbled, and pushed her away.

WITH A QUICK knock, the front door opened and Liam came walking in half an hour after we’d gotten home. “You really need to lock your door,” he murmured, then pressed a quick kiss to my neck.

“We do lock the door, I just unlocked it about five minutes ago because I knew you’d be here soon.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, and Kira nodded and pointed at him as she finished off her coffee.

“I agree,” she said, and dropped the empty cup on the table. “With our family, leaving the door unlocked for anything is probably a big no-no. Can you imagine how Dad would react if he showed up and found it open?”

“Exactly,” Liam continued. “A detective’s daughter should know better.”

I glanced at Kira and pursed my lips. I knew she was talking about the Juarez threats, which had only continued and multiplied as a few of the members of the crew had been released from prison, but Liam didn’t know a thing about it, nor did I want him to know.

I didn’t feel the need to worry him about threats that I doubted would find their way to California, and knew telling him would only cause him to become overly protective. Kira and I already had that with Dad and Uncle Mason, and now we hadn’t seen them or Mom for almost half a year because of their paranoia.

Kira’s eyes widened when she remembered that Liam didn’t know about Juarez, and she sent me an apologetic look.

“Yeah, sure. I won’t leave it unlocked anymore.” Looking up at Liam, I asked, “Happy?”

“Yep.”

“Good. As much as I love having you two gang up on me over an unlocked door, how about movie time?”

He started walking toward one of the couches with me, but came to a stop, then took a few steps back. “I left my candy in the car.”

“You brought candy?”

“Movie night means candy,” he answered simply.

I bit back a smile and held my hands up in surrender until he turned and jogged out of the condo.

Less than a minute later he was back, and as soon as he was inside he was yelling, “You didn’t lock the door.”

“You weren’t even gone for sixty seconds!” I yelled back, and narrowed my eyes when I caught sight of his amused expression. “You’re so—” My words caught in my throat, and I froze as I eyed the offensive boxes in his hand. “What the fuck is that?”

Liam seemed startled by my horrified question, and glanced around him for a few seconds before looking at the candy in his hand and holding it up to show me. “This? It’s Sour Patch Kids candy.”

“Oh my God,” Kira whispered, her voice expressing the same horror as mine.

“Yeah. Saw that. Why are they in our condo?”

“Well, shit, are you allergic to these too?” Liam asked quickly. “You need to tell me these things.”

“We’re not, but we might as well be!” I waved my hand at the boxes and made a gagging noise. “You need to get rid of those.”

“Fuck no, they’re my favorite.”

“Since when?” I asked dramatically, like Liam had just told me he had an incurable disease.

“Since always! What is your deal?”

“You need to get rid of them,” Kira repeated my earlier words.

“Tell me what’s wrong with them first!”

“ ‘Sour Patch’ is our dad’s nickname for Mom,” Kira explained. “They’ve never told us why, and we’ve never asked. But they eat Sour Patch Kids like they need them to breathe. Kennedy and I can’t stand them because of our parents—they gross us out.”

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