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“I am aware. You can either bury your head in the sand and believe you’re unreachable or . . .” He says, letting me draw a picture of a hundred outcomes.
“Or what? Let me guess, allow you to do exactly what? No, don’t even bother to answer.”
“When the time comes, I hope you make the right decision.”
He stares at me, disappointment flickering in them and a hint of annoyance. She might be a threat, but I’ve faced worse. My phone vibrates, and I know I’m in trouble as I answer.
“Hi, baby,” I say, my voice too sweet.
The change in his breathing shows he’s aware I did something he won’t like, and he asks in a fake calm tone, “Where are you? Because I just stormed the ladies’ room.”
“I’m not there,” I murmur, chewing on my bottom lip.
“Yes, I found that out on my own. Bria, where are you?”
“Downstairs, but I’ll come up in a minute.”
He hangs up, a clear indicator he’s furious.
“I guess you’re in trouble.” He smirks, and I pierce him with a look, massaging my temples.
“It’s not funny.”
I rise to my feet and say, “I guess this is hello and goodbye at the same time.”
“Maybe, maybe not. I’ll be around.”
“In a way, I can’t even try to understand why, it’s comforting.” He stands up, approaches me and squeezes my shoulder.
“Be safe, Bria.”
I know nothing about this man and still we have a connection already. Why? I have no idea. I stop at the door and say over my shoulder, “Liam, staying on the outside is easy, it’s comfortable, and it envelops you whole. There’s no pain, but there is also no life. Don’t mistake it for one.”
“Should I let myself be loved, then?” He grins before he plops down on the coach. I shake my head at him and half smile. It’s a rhetorical question, he already decided.
“You’re not as bad as you’d like to think. She must be some kind of woman.” He offers a nod, his eyes seeking mine as if to make me understand how serious he is.
“She is.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
BRIA
I open the door, and my blood runs cold at Damien darting toward me. He’s followed by Alex, who stares at me, questioning my sanity, and I roll my eyes at him. I try to close the door, but they storm in. I lose my balance while Damien steadies me, but he doesn’t look back. The three men stare at each other. The only thing crossing my mind is to put myself between them.
“Damien, Alex, let’s go.”
They ignore me.
Alex pales as if he saw a ghost, and the man standing before him is the last person he ever expected to see again. With an angry voice, he bellows, “What are you doing here, Liam?”
“You know him?” Damien questions. It’s as if I’m not even here.
“Nice to see you again, Alex. But I don’t have time for this,” Liam says, all three of them staring each other down, and it’s a close tie which one of them appears more ruthless.
Damien scans the space, and his eyes fall on the table where the glass of water and the two medicine bottles sit.
“What did you give her?” he shouts, fuming.
