“Yes, he likes me.” I shrug.
“What does it have to do with me?”
I put my feet down and stand up, rounding the desk. I’m still shorter, but I look him in the eye. “You used me for your little competition game. And that’s not something I tolerate.”
“So that’s your revenge?” He scoffs.
“That’s a reminder to treat me with more respect.Respect I deserve.”
He opens his mouth. Then he closes it. He doesn’t argue the point. He nods. “Well-played, Moretti.”
He turns to leave, and I almost cave in. The necklace he ordered sits in the safe behind the painting on the wall, but he doesn’t need to know that. Yet.
I stop him. “Corm.”
He turns, looking at me with renewed respect. Sometimes, revenge tastes good. If it doesn’t consume you.
“I’m pregnant,” I announce.
His jaw ticks, but he smiles just as quickly. “Congratulations.”
He closes the door behind him, and I grin like an idiot. This is me. And I got here on my own terms.
With encouragement from the man who supported me, even when we were competing.
“Whose car is this?” I ask, the black leather smooth under my touch.
“Ours,” Liam answers, like I should know that.
“We have a car with a driver.” I chuckle, but immediately frown. He’s serious. “Why?”
“To drive us,” he deadpans.
“Asshole.”
He chuckles and pulls me to him. “I don’t wantyou waiting around for cabs when you have a stroller. This is a practical solution. For now, at least.”
“I don’t need a stroller yet,” I protest.
“We need to audition the drivers before the baby comes.”
“What’s next? A house in the suburbs?” I quip.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He leans in, his breath fanning my ear. “Besides, I can’t fuck you in a cab. Here we have a partition.”
Okay, he might have a point. I’m about to raise the partition when I notice where we are.
My leg bounces of its own volition as we approach my garage. Liam said he had a surprise for me.
If I had known it would somehow include the car collection, I would have stalled.
I don’t want to keep things from him, but shit, with everything that happened, I didn’t get a chance to tell him.
Now he will find out I sold five of the most precious cars, and he will think I hid it from him.
Because I did.
“Miss Lock.” Omar greets me when we get out of the car, and I wave weakly.
