I shoot him a quick text.
Bristol: Answer your phone, loser.
Liam: Who is this?
Bristol: Your worst enemy. The only girl who can take you down a peg or two.
Liam: Bristol?
Bristol: I hate you.
I hit the call button again, and this time, he picks up.
“Back to your snarky self, I see,” Liam says instead of an old-fashioned hello.
“You called my dad!”
Silence ensues for a few seconds. “I may have reached out to him. I was worried about you.” There’s a softness in his tone, a warmth that shouldn’t make me relax, and I fight the urge to feel anything other than anger toward Liam Moretti.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and inhale sharply. “I remember distinctly telling you not to call him.”
“I guess I’m not a great listener. I’ll work on that for you,” he says, his tone a little too chipper this afternoon for me.
“Don’t bother. Just … don’t ever call him again.”
“I promise not to call him,” Liam says a little too quickly.
“Or text him!”
“That, I can’t promise.”
I bite my tongue and reach for my bottle of water, taking a sip. “Why the hell not? Why do you have to be so irritating, Liam?”
“I like it when you say my name, Firebreather.” His breath is throaty, sending my heart soaring and my pussy fluttering.
What the hell is he doing to me?
Irritated, I snarl at him. “Oh, fuck off.” I end the call, hoping I left him speechless. But it seems to me he left me that way, and I’m not even the tiniest bit happy about it.
He immediately calls me back, but I send it straight to voicemail.
I’m not talking to Liam.
Not now.
Not ever if it were up to me.
I head back to the office, and Jaxson hovers beside Ariella’s desk. I try not to stare. It took me a few weeks to realize they were even married; I guess I’m not the brightest crayon when it comes to relationships, at least other people’s.
I stalk over to my desk, sit, and begin fumbling through the pages of files that need to be sorted.
Jaxson wanders over to my desk. It’s rare that he asks me for anything. Usually, he gets what he needs from Ariella, and if she requires additional help, then I’m her assistant.
“Grab your stuff, I want you to tag along with me today.”
“What?” My eyes widen, but I grab my purse and hurry after Jaxson as he leads me out to his SUV. “Is this about Em?” I ask and glance at Jaxson as I climb into the front seat of his vehicle.
“No. Why?” He starts the engine of the vehicle and yanks on his seatbelt.
