Page 90 of Somebody's Watching Me
The front door to Rowan’s cottage opened in the distance, and he waved. “That show you two put on riled Sinclair up so much he kept hopping from camera to camera, trying to get a better look. The dumbass left a path wide open for me to follow. He even tried to get into Jamison’s phone so he could hear.”
Liam watched her as he continued to talk to Rowan. “Meet me out front in ten minutes.”
“Are we not going with them?” Rowan sounded disappointed. “Damn it, Cohen. I want to be there when they arrest the bastard.”
Disconnecting the call, Liam caught her wrist a second before her hand connected with his cheek. “Calm down.”
“You agreed not to surprise me!”
“No, I didn’t.” With a tug, he brought them face to face. “Go inside and let me do my job.”
“Oh, so what just happened was you doing your job?”
“Sinclair has been running trials on the new blocks all day, and when you said you wanted to sleep in the cottage, I told Rowan to open the feed.” He released her arm. “I thought we would let him sneak a peek at me taking his girl home for the night to find out how he would respond.”
“I’m not his girl,” she seethed, disgust coiling in her stomach. “How could you let him see me like that?”
“He couldn’t see anything. I was careful and never planned for it to go that far, but I—”
“Couldn’t help but mark your territorywhile he watched?”
Liam stilled, his darkening gaze zeroing in on her. “Got a problem with that?”
Another siren whooped to life, blue lights flashing through the oaks.
“There’s no way he didn’t get the full show of what just went down. There are too many cameras aimed at all the right angles. He saw me, Liam. Naked and letting you all but fuck me against the tree.”
“He didn’t see you, but fine, have it your way,” Liam snapped back. “I’ll be sure to cut his eyes out directly before I kill him.”
“That doesn’t make what you just did right.”
A cold, wet wind blew in from the bayou to slap against their bodies. Neither of them moved, oblivious to the chaos unfolding as the news of Sinclair’s location spread.
“He couldn’t see you, Jamison. You have to trust me. I would never let that man see you. Ever.”
“I don’t think I can trust you anymore.” She didn’t mean it but thought him imagining the worst was warranted. “Not after that.”
“You know what, that’s fair.”
Jamison stiffened, her lips parting in outrage. “Why is that fair?”
“Because I’m not so sure I trust you anymore, either.”
Ice formed in the very marrow of her bones, and it had nothing to do with the misty rain. He was serious. “Why the hell not?”
Swiping a hand down his face, he turned away. “Go inside, Jamison.”
“Love life later.” Rowan ran past them, heading to the front of the house. “Let’s go, Cohen.”
Liam remained where he stood. “I said go inside.”
“Let me come with you.”
“No.”
“I won’t get in the way!”
“Fucking hell,” Liam hissed and grabbed her by the arm to drag to the patio door. A security guard met them halfway, but he shook his head at the man. “I’ll take her in.”
