Page 142 of Somebody's Watching Me
“I spoke to her a couple of days ago and told her to stay put until this thing blows over. She said that was fine because she was already planning to stay through the holidays. Maybe when things get a little more under control, we can go up there and visit.”
We.
Hearing him make future plans had her emotions splitting in two. One side danced, setting off explosions of utter happiness, but the other went quiet, terrified.
She also wasn’t sure if the good cop/bad cop game remained in play.
“So, what’s going on with you and Taylor?”
“I hate her.”
“That’s nothing new.” He pulled onto the empty highway. “But is there anything in particular that’s causing this higher-than-normal level of hostility?”
“There are rumors going around she and my dad are seeing each other,” she said. “Oh, and they’re also saying she’s pregnant with his baby.”
“That’s weird, and a little gross.” Liam made a face. “No offense to your dad.”
“It is gross, and I don’t want to talk about it.” She slouched in her seat. “Change the subject.”
“Rowan and Annabeth were kind of cozy when they came in last night and this morning.”
“They had sex during the rainstorm.”
“I figured that by Annabeth’s comments, but where?”
“In the bookshop.”
“Again, where?” Liam’s brows knitted together in confusion. “Those couches aren’t big enough to hold Rowan.”
“I texted her that exact question last night, and all Annabeth said was that they made a mess. I was going to ask again this morning but didn’texpect to find him hovering.” Relaxing some, she shifted in her seat. “What about Izzy and Abe?”
“Izzy is pretty conservative when it comes to her dating life. She doesn’t do short term.”
“Do you think you should say something about Abe and his,” she searched for the best way to phrase it, “non-conservative dating habits?”
“We’re all stressed, and she was probably blowing off steam. Iz will figure it out.”
They descended into a comfortable silence. She wanted to ask more about the timeline he mentioned, but she didn’t work up the nerve to ask until they reached the outskirts of Port Michaelson. “What was that about a timeline?”
The car came to a stop at a red light, and he shook his head, placing a finger to his lips.
“Oh.” Unable to stop herself, she ran a hand under the dashboard to try and feel for a listening device. “Where?”
Liam pointed to the car’s radio. “Small and impressive.”
“I brought my phone,” she whispered, as if lowering her voice would make a difference. “I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s fine, just be careful.”
“Which translates to, do not talk about anything.”
“Pretty much.” Sliding his arm across the center console, he gripped her thigh. “Or we could talk about how good you looked last night in that lingerie. It’s not as nice as the honeymoon set, but I liked it.”
Her mouth went dry, and she clamped her legs shut. He didn’t mean it. This was bad cop disguised as good cop. The mention of her lingerie, the talk of them visiting Dee together—it was all for show because he thought Michael was listening.
“And yet, the only penis I’ll get to see today is one on an ultrasound screen.”
Liam gave her thigh a hard squeeze, hitting a ticklish spot. She let out a squeak, almost spilling her coffee.
