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“Come on, Liam, just tell me what happened. How am I supposed to play peacekeeper if you don’t tell me what she did to piss you off this time?” he huffs.
I stare at him, keeping my face neutral. I am not telling him what she did. It’s bad enough I know. He has no idea how much I wish like fuck I didn’t.
“Liam fucking King, I hope you know a good doctor because you’re going to need one when I’m through with you,” Aliyah’s voice screams out from across the bar. Aliyah’s very pissed-off voice. I look up, and sure enough, the hot little brunette is stomping her way towards our booth.
How the fuck did she find me so quickly? And what the hell is she wearing?
ChapterEleven
Sometimes being Aliyah Monroe comes in handy. Like right now. The fact that it took me less than ten minutes to track down my prodigal hockey player is great. For me. Not so much for him, because I am going to ruin his damn night and give him hell for making me drag my ass out of bed.
I stop in front of him. One drink with my brother, my ass. He’s sitting in a booth with a guy whocouldpass for his brother. They have the same stupidly handsome face. But they’re not alone. They have four girls sitting with them.
I fold my arms over my chest. “Get up. We’re leaving,” I tell him.
Liam ever so slowly runs his eyes up my body, from head to toe. It’s only now, as he’s undressing me with those eyes, that I take note of what I’m wearing. I didn’t bother to get dressed. I was so pissed I jumped out of bed, slid my feet into some slippers, and grabbed my keys. I was already driving when I started reaching out to all the bars around his apartment complex.
“What the fuck, Aliyah?” he finally asks, pushing to his feet.
“I could ask you the same thing. You promised you’d stay in,” I remind him, trying to hide how hurt I am that he broke his first promise to me already.
Liam shrugs out of his jacket. “Put this on. You’re cold.”
“No, what I am is tired and freaking pissed off that I had to chase your ass down in the middle of the night,” I tell him, stepping back.
“Aliyah, put the fucking coat on,” he grits out between his teeth. “You’re wearing underwear in the middle of a fucking bar.”
“Actually, it’s sleepwear. Notunderwear. And I wouldn’t be in the middle of a fucking bar if it weren’t for you.” I look down and notice my nipples are poking out of the thin cotton of my singlet. Goosebumps rise all over my exposed skin. I meant what I said. I’m wearing sleep shorts, not underwear, but they really aren’t that much better. Liam steps closer, and this time, I let him wrap the coat around my shoulders.
“Two days, huh, bro?” the kid sitting at his table asks.
“Shut up,” Liam tells him, without taking his eyes off me.
“Let’s go,” I say.
“Aliyah, this is my brother, Matty. Matty, Aliyah, the babysitter the team assigned to me.” Liam waves a hand between the two of us.
“You got yourself a babysitter? What the fuck for?” Matty asks.
“Because he’s incapable of making responsible decisions like a grown-ass adult, and we’re not about to piss away a multi-million dollar contract on bad press,” I answer for him.
“Man, when you’re done babysitting him, can you come babysit me? I could use a lesson or two.” The kid grins, and I definitely see the resemblance now.
Liam turns around. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t talk to her like that. Don’t even think about her like that. Get up. We’re leaving,” he says, swiping his phone up from the table.
“Okay, jeez. You could have just told me you were hot for the babysitter,” Matty replies.
I pivot on my heel, hoping like hell they can’t see the blush creeping up my face under the darkness of the diminished bar lighting. A hand lands on the small of my back. A very large hand. One that I know belongs to Liam just from the reaction my body has to the touch.
Traitorous freaking body.I want a damn refund.
“Ignore him. Our mother dropped him on his head a lot as an infant,” Liam whispers into my ear.
“It’s fine. Let’s go.” I take one step forward when Liam reaches out and wraps his palm around mine.
Why is he holding my hand? What the hell is happening to me right now?
Shit. I need to shake this guy loose before I get myself into the sort of trouble my dad won’t want to bail me out of. Instead, Jacob Monroe will enjoy following through on his promise to paint the ice red.
