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Liamwasa good guy, but he was also…a lot. She opened a drawer and grabbed a fork.
“So are you guys not talking now or what?” Paisley asked.
Of course her phone chose that moment to ding with a message. She lowered it from her ear, and her chest constricted at the text.
Liam: I’m sorry.
She put the cell back to her ear. “He just texted he’s sorry.”
“See, nowthat’sthe sign of a good man. When they can recognize the error in their ways and apologize.”
Her brows flickered. “I thought you were against me hanging out with him because he’s dangerous.”
“Ny, you’ve been telling me every damn day about how sweet he is. I could only hold out on him for so long. Plus, you’ve reassured me that you’re safe now, and I’m choosing to believe you.”
Guilt swamped her at not telling Paisley what had happened.
“I really like him,” she said quietly, tracing the edge of the kitchen counter with her fingers. And hehadbeen right, she probably should have turned around and walked back to the coffee shop. God, that man could have shot her. But it wasn’t just what he’d said that she was annoyed about. It was the way he’d said it.
Another text came through.
Liam: I should have softened my words. I reacted because all I could think about was, what if something had happened to you?
It was true. Things could have ended far differently.
“What was that sigh?” Paisley asked over the phone. “Did he write something else? Tell me now!”
She pressed the cell to her ear again. “He’s just saying sweet things about wanting me to be safe.”
“Okay, fine. I’m officially on Team Liam. I need to get my butt back to Cradle Mountain so I can meet him. You’re gonna forgive him, right?”
“How can I not?”
As the noodles heated, she went into the bedroom to grab a sweater. She’d just opened the dresser drawer when the sound of shattering glass came from the living room.
She screamed and dropped the phone, immediately stepping toward the door to look into the other room.
A man dressed in black, wearing a balaclava, was smashing the glass from the edges of the frame.
Her heart slammed against her ribs, fear choking her. Quickly, she closed her bedroom door and clicked the lock before picking up her phone.
“Nylah? What was that?”
“Someone just broke the window in the living room,” she gasped, barely able to get words out.
“What?”
Shit, the bedroom window. She stepped toward it, her focus on escaping, when a brick flew through the glass, breaking that window as well.
She screamed again, stumbling back. “Oh God! Someone’s coming through the bedroom window too!”
“Get in the bathroom and lock the door!” Paisley said quickly. “There are no windows in there so no glass to break. Then call for help!”
Nylah turned and ran, then slammed the bathroom door and locked it. “I’m hanging up so I can call the police!”
The phone rang once before a woman’s flat voice came over the line. “Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
“There are people breaking into my house. I need help!” Something slammed against the bathroom door. She stumbled back, her hip hitting the counter.
