by Lynn Graeme
Liam only grunted.
“I’ll make it up to you, Liam. I know how you must hate this.”
What Liam hated was that she felt like she had to make it up to him at all. He hated that it was his own doing, his own reputation as a hermit and recluse in the first place, that made her think he’d flip a lid at the imposed presence of an innocent young girl.
He hated that he didn’t have the words necessary to convince her he didn’t used to be this much of a freak. He hated that he couldn’t get back to being that person, the old him, again. He didn’t know if he’d even recognize the old him. That man was a veritable stranger now.
“Don’t mention it.” Liam wrestled with words for a moment, then managed, “Get home safe.”
Smooth, Whelan.
There was a bemused pause. “Always. I’ll see you later.” Louder, she snarled, “Lewski, I’m gonna kick your ass. And I told you to stay down.” Thunk.
Liam hung up and rested his hands on the kitchen counter. Very slowly, he released a long breath, trying to unkink the muscles bunching up at the back of his shoulders.
In the Crossfire, the second book in the Bloodhaven series, is available at http://lynngraeme.com.
