Page 235 of Enemies

“Find a way to stop him. I spoke with Christian,” Harrison says. “He’s out of the game, and even he won’t cross Mischa. But there has to be someone who’ll talk. We just haven’t found them yet.”

Harrison rises from his chair and crosses behind mine. His strong hands move my hair before going to work on the knot of tension between my shoulders. It feels way too good, and I swallow the groan.

“Am I the only person who’s not worried about what we do next?” Ash tears into his sandwich, and a few crumbs fall to the floor.

Harrison’s hands still on my shoulders. “If this conversation bores you, then you can leave.”

“That’s not what I meant. I’m worried about what he’ll do next.” Ash leans his elbows on the table, his jaw tightening. “If Interpol raided his club in London, even if they found nothing, you think he doesn’t know? You think he’s not pissed?”

Silence falls over the room.

Until a phone ringing makes us all jump.

Leni holds up a hand. “Right back. It’s Debajo.” She lifts the phone to her ear and heads for the living room.

Ash rises with his glass, bound for the kitchen.

A low whining from the floor has me looking under the table. Barney licks crumbs off his nose. His brown eyes shine with hope. I take a piece of meat off the platter, offering it to him.

“Sucker,” Harrison murmurs so only I can hear.

My hand closes over his, my fingers stroking his palm as I tilt my head back to peer up at him behind me. “He’s your dog.”

Harrison’s expression softens, his mouth curving up despite the weight of the day. He bends closer, his nose bumping my chin as he kisses me. My fingers thread into his hair, holding him to me when he starts to pull back, and I deepen the kiss.

Something shifted between us last night at the beach. He apologized for leaving, explained why he did, and I believe he wants to be better. I’m not throwing my heart in just yet, but for the first time in a long time, I have hope for us.

The coffee machine starts in the kitchen. “Anyone want…” Ash starts, but trails off when he spots us. “Yeah.”

“Never kissed a woman upside down before,” Harrison murmurs against my lips.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get better with practice.” I move my hands down his shoulders, not letting him back off as I smirk.

Harrison’s soft groan is tight.

A huff of breath and pressure on my thighs has me looking down. Barney’s planted his face between my legs, staring up.

Harrison chuckles. “I knew I was doomed the second my dog fell for you.”

“Really? That was early days.”

“You ruined my favorite jacket. I couldn’t very well ignore you.”

“You tried, though.”

“Mmm. Hard to ignore a woman who takes center stage at your club and flips you off like it’s her job.”

He crosses the room away from me, and I twist in my seat to watch him. “Pretty sure it was in the contract.”

He laughs. “I know we have a ways to go, but I will prove I’m the man you need. And I have something I hope you’ll wear.” He tosses me a secretive smile over his shoulder as he heads upstairs.

A dress?

A moment later, Harrison returns with a small box. He hands it to me, and I open the lid.

“My bracelet.” I lift the cuff, my heart skipping. I’d left it with him before we parted ways. “You were keeping it for your next girlfriend?”

“I’m never buying jewelry for a woman who’s not you again.”

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