Infinite Possibilities (The Secret Life of Amy Bensen #2)(32)

“And the note did?”

“The one in New York that told me to go to Denver did, yes, but I had communication after that and it was missing. I was also promised money for support that never came. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I think he’s dead, Liam. He has to be dead.”

He scrubs a hand down his face. “I need to see all of the notes.”

“They’re in my things in the motel. I normally keep them with me, but at the diner I had no place to lock things up and it made me nervous.”

He reaches in his pocket and pulls out his phone. “Yeah, Tellar? What’s the ETA on Amy’s things picked up from the motel?” He listens a moment. “I need them now. There’s some stuff inside that might hold answers.” He ends the call. “He’s on his way ”

I nod and take his hand. “There are memories coming back to me. If I go back to Texas, I’ll remember.”

“No. Absolutely not. It’s too dangerous.”

“I am tired of being the hunted, Liam. I want to be the hunter. And damn it, I want to say goodbye to my family.” I choke up. “I didn’t even get to go to the funerals.”

He cups my head. “Not now, baby. Not until it’s safe.”

“I can’t wait any longer to make this end. I can’t have a baby like this. I can’t.”

He blanches. “It’s true then? You’re pregnant?” His voice comes out all smoky and hoarse.

“I thought Dr. Murphy told you.”

“No. Tell me. I want to hear it from you.”

“Yes. I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant and that’s why I--”

He kisses me, a touch of lips to lips, his mouth lingering on mine, emotions rolling off of him, crashing into me and my fingers curl in his shirt, before, reluctantly it seems, he presses his forehead to mine. “You’re having my baby.”

My fingers curl on his cheek. “Yes. Yes. I’m having your baby.”

His hand goes to mine and he holds it a moment, and I can almost feel a shift in him, a subtle tension that crawls between us, building and building. “Liam?” I question, pushing away from him to search his face, catching the storm clouds an instant before he releases my hand and stands up.

For a moment, he towers over me, devastatingly male, even more devastatingly tormented, and I have to assume the torment is over my being pregnant.

He rubs the back of his neck and then turns away, stalking to the window, and when he gives me his back, it’s like he slams a door, shutting me out. Shell-shocked, I stand up, and I feel like the deer in headlights he once accused me of being, uncertain where to go or what to do. What to say. “You’re right,” he says, facing me.

“Right?” My question comes out cracked, as broken as I will be if he rejects the child I’d thought he’d embrace.

“You want out of New York. You got it. We’re leaving. We’re going someplace far away from here and disappearing.”

“What?” I gape. “No. Being invisible while we hunt for my hunter, that works. Disappearing isn’t a solution.”

“You’re going as far underground as I can get you.”

“Liam,” I plead, and I’m in front of him by the time his name leaves my lips, my hand flattening on his chest. “Let’s talk about this.”

“We’ll talk when you’re underground.”

“I get why that’s your first reaction to me being pregnant but it’s not the answer. We can’t have a child that we hide away like some sort of animal.” And that’s what he wants. I see it in his eyes. “I won’t let that happen.”

“You having the baby and being safe doing it is what’s most important right now.”

“Ending this before our child becomes a target is what’s most important. I want this to end.”

“I’ll end this, Amy. You and our child will be off someplace safe when I do.”

“You mean you’ll take over my life rather than helping me get control of it again myself.”

The doorbell rings. He growls low in his throat, his hands coming down on my shoulders as he turns me and presses my back to the pillar. “You are my woman, carrying my child. This isn’t up for negotiations. We’re doing it my way.” He turns and stalks across the room.





Chapter Ten



Momentarily stunned, I stare after him. His way? Is he serious? He claims that we are in this thing together and then issues a command like that one? This isn’t even about what the right decision is. I really don’t know right or wrong at this point, except in this case. Liam dictating instead of talking is absolutely wrong and the kiss of death for our relationship if we don’t deal with it, and now.

I storm through the living room, determined to stop him from answering the door, but I’m too late. By the time I make it to the foyer, I can hear both Tellar and Derek talking to him. Balling my fists by my sides, I remind myself that I both want and need my suitcase that Tellar is delivering, but I do not know why Derek is required to deliver it.

Knowing I will spout out the many things blistering on my tongue and meant for Liam alone in front of company if I keep standing here, I turn on my heel and head back to the living area. The rumble of Liam’s deep, authoritative voice behind me vibrates in my body and for once it’s not soothing. I am far too tempted to say my piece regardless of who hears.