Page 48 of Somebody's Watching Me
“Everything okay?” he asked when she came to stand with him in the corner. “You look a little paler than before.”
Evie and the girls had rejoined the group as well. The three of them sitting draped in one way or another on Samuel over on the room’s largest sofa, each with a cat or kitten in their lap.
“Do I need to kick Cohen’s ass?” Evie wiggled, trying to stand. “Did he upset you?”
Samuel secured his wife firmly in his lap. “Calm down.”
“Klausen decided to break the news that I no longer worked for the Bureau,” Liam explained. “Jamison was caught off guard.”
“What?” Evie twisted around in Samuel’s lapto face him. “Did you know?”
A rash appeared on Samuel’s neck, and Harper shook her head as Theo intoned gravely, “Uh-oh. Daddy gon’ gets it.”
While Evie interrogated Samuel, the phone in Liam’s hand broadcast a thousand questions from Will, all directed at Klausen. The agent tried to keep up but repeatedly stumbled over his words. Not everyone was used to working with the great Dr. William Cohen.
Jamison sagged against her father’s side as he watched the scene with his usual annoyance.
“How was Simone when she left?”
“Being her usual cranky, stubborn self.”
She wrapped her arms around him. “You’re worried about her.”
Returning the hug, he sighed. “I’m going to kick her ass for thinking she can beat off intruders with a frying pan.”
“It was a cast iron skillet.” A wave of exhaustion suddenly struck, and Jamison let out a yawn, resting her head on his shoulder. “Not a frying pan.”
Klausen’s phone rang, and he held up a finger. “This will be confirmation of an unfolding development, and I need everyone to be quiet.”
“What happened upstairs?” her father whispered, while Klausen let out a series ofokaysandyou’re kiddings.
“I was just shocked.”
When her father didn’t say anything, she lifted her head to look him dead in the eye. “You knew.”
“I did.”
“Where is he working?” Her head throbbed, too tired to feel betrayed. “Do you know that too?”
“I do.”
When he didn’t elaborate, she pinched his stomach. “Tell me now.”
He let out a grunt of pain but covered it, keeping his focus on Klausen. Jamison pinched him again. “Dad, tell me.”
“Fairweather Holdings,” her father said, finally meeting her gaze. “Liam works for us as the new head of security for the company.”
A buzz of fury rose in her that was strong enough to unhinge her jaw and leave it slack as she gaped up at him.
Liam works for us.
The new head of security. The guy hired to reshape the way they dealt with Zanmi was none other than Willam Freaking Cohen Jr.
This had to be Samuel’s doing, and Jamison swore that by the time she was done tearing her brother apart, Evie would need to rely on her new sex toys full-time to get through the pregnancy.
“Dad, please tell me you had nothing to do with this.”
“I didn’t stop it.”
