Page 36 of Broken Harmony
My lips part as I gape at him. “Oh, fuck you, thank you very much!” I shout, grabbing a pillow from the couch and beating him with it. “Try at least a mil per hour.”
“I don’t think your pussy is that good,” Ryker laughs hard as I keep beating him with the pillow.
Arms wrap around me, pulling me away from beating my best friend within an inch of his life with the fuzzy pink pillow.
“Enough of that,” Liam’s voice is low in my ear, sending a shiver through my body, and I can’t help but melt into his arms. “Kill him later. We’re going to be late.”
All three guys grin at me like fools. I glare at them, flipping them all off as Liam steps back and lets go of me.
I crave his touch so damn much. It’s rare he ever physically touches me, always a hand hovering out of reach. But when he does, it’s like fireworks going off inside me.
Sometimes I think I might be broken, and we really are scent matches.
Yet, any time I get a whiff of him... nothing.
Okay, lie, he still smells amazing, and it turns me on. But not in the scent match, life-changing kind of way.
“Shotgun,” I say, grinning as I rush over to the car, throwing the door open and getting into the passenger's seat.
“Why do you always do that?” Liam raises a brow, buckling himself into the driver's seat. “You don’t need to call the front seat. It’s always yours.”
“Because I need to make sure you know that. So you don’t try to open the back door for me again.”
“It was one time,” he groans, closing his eyes, head resting against the back of the seat. “You're never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Nope.” I grab my phone and connect it to the car's Bluetooth.
When Liam first started working for me, the first time he took me somewhere, he opened the back door and stood there expecting me to get in. I laughed in his face and told him that’s not happening. He wasn’t my driver; he was my bodyguard, and I’d sit in the front seat because it's my car. Thank you very much.
I walked past him and got in the front. He stood there for a good long moment before closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat.
He’s lucky I even let him drive this thing. It’s my baby.
But seeing this big, bad Alpha driving my little blue car never gets old.
Rolling the window down, I let the breeze dance over my face, smiling as the sun beats down on me while we drive to the photo shoot location.
“Oh, I love this song!” I grin, leaning over to turn up the volume.Soda Popfrom the movieKPop Demon Huntersblares through the speakers, and I sing along.
I can feel Liam watching me out of the corner of his eye every now and then, but I don’t care. I get into it, singing loud and dancing.
When the song is done, I’m out of breath, a smile firmly on my face.
I don’t look at him, but glance in the rearview mirror. That's when I see it. It’s so damn small, but it’s there. The smallest of grins.
And fuck me, I want more.
The thought sobers me up, and I turn the music down, my attention turning to the scenery out the window now, watching the buildings as we drive by them.
Any time I think about Liam that way, I feel guilty.
How can I be here, living my best life, falling for another person, when the woman I’ve wanted for years is back home?
Yes, everyone who should be is behind bars, but that's not enough. They hurt people, hurt someone I care so fucking much about, and all they get is a few years in jail?
No, people like that don’t deserve to live. Sorry, but it’s how I feel. If you hurt another person in such a cruel way and keep going every day like it’s not a big deal, then you’re the scum of the earth.
“You okay?” Liam asks when we get to a red light.
