Wired (Buchanan-Renard #13)(18)

“I have a cousin,” she continued. “His name is Will. He’s two years older than I am, and we aren’t close at all. You know that, too, don’t you?”

“I do?”

Liam flashed a quick smile that nearly broke her concentration. He really was a sexy devil. She shook away the ridiculous thought and remembered what she wanted to say. “Now you want me to talk about him, don’t you?”

“Actually . . .”

“Yes, Will’s been in trouble with the law. More than once, as a matter of fact, and I’ll admit he can be really obnoxious, and yes, he does have a terrible temper, but he went to anger management classes and has a counselor to get help with that. Okay, so it wasn’t his idea. The court made him go. Still, I’m sure it will make a difference.” She sighed then and said almost in a whisper, “No, that’s not true. I don’t think it will make a difference. Will has some bad habits. Running with a group of troublemakers is one of them.”

“What’s another?” he asked.

“He’s not willing to work hard to get ahead. He’s after easy money and doesn’t care how he gets it and who he hurts,” she answered. “He can justify anything,” she continued. “He’s always got a get-rich-quick plan, and of course they all backfire. He’s bounced a lot of checks, but his parents always cover them. The truth is, Will hasn’t grown up, and I’m not sure he ever will. He’s been spoiled all his life. His parents live to please him. It’s disgusting, really—” She stopped abruptly, realizing she was sharing far more than she should. It was just that, once the feelings surfaced, she couldn’t stop them from spilling out.

“What about computers?” Liam asked.

“What about them?”

“How good is Will with computers?”

“He isn’t a hacker, if that’s what you’re wanting to know. Yes, he knows his way around a computer, and he thinks he’s good, but he isn’t. I’d rate him mediocre.”

“Does he know what you can do?”

“I don’t think so, but I can’t be sure.”

Allison stared at the passing streetlights, lost in thought. She had rambled on and on and didn’t have any idea what Liam was thinking now. Had she been disloyal to tell him the truth about Will? The irony was, she’d actually softened the truth. After mulling the question over, she decided she hadn’t told him anything he didn’t already know. She suddenly noticed she was crossing and uncrossing her legs again and immediately stopped.

“Allison?”

“Yes?”

“Are you always this uptight?”

“No, not always,” she replied. “But when I’m with an FBI agent who won’t tell me what he wants from me, I do tend to get a little apprehensive.”

Everything about this situation was bizarre. Here she was, riding in a car with a man she knew virtually nothing about, other than the fact that he worked for the FBI and held a great deal of authority. That was obvious in the way the agents answered to him. It was also undeniable that he was very attractive and charismatic. He definitely oozed animal magnetism. Women went weak-kneed over mysterious men like him, but not her. She would never allow herself to be so vulnerable. She didn’t have time.

Allison was so caught up in her musings she wasn’t aware that the car had come to a stop.

While she was sitting there pondering her circumstances, Liam had walked around the car to open her door. He waited a minute and then asked, “Are you about ready to get out?”

Startled, Allison jumped, then looked up to see Liam standing over her with his hand out. She felt like an idiot. How long had she been in the zone? This was so unlike her. The only time she ever lost touch with her surroundings was when she had her headphones on and was staring at a computer screen. She stepped out of the car and led the way to the brick town house half a block away. Climbing the steps to the front door, she rang the bell.

Jordan and Noah had lived in their home for less than two weeks. They had been searching the historic section of Boston for some time, trying to find the perfect place, and when this newly renovated brownstone came on the market, they snatched it up. Even though it had been completely updated, it retained the charm of its past life. The double doors still held their original etched glass, and the antique lanterns on either side, which had long ago been converted to electricity, gave an amber glow.

Jordan opened the door and smiled graciously. “Liam Scott, I presume?” she said, holding out her hand.

Liam let Allison walk in ahead of him, then took Jordan’s hand. “Thank you very much for allowing us to barge in on you like this.”

“Oh, I’m sure it was all my brother’s idea,” she said. “I’m afraid our home isn’t quite ready for guests yet, so I hope you’ll forgive the mess. I’ve been very busy, and my husband has been away on assignment.”

“I’ve never met him,” Liam said. “But I’ve heard a great deal about him. Noah Clayborne has quite an impressive record in the bureau.”

“I hope the two of you will get to meet someday.”

They stepped into a wide entry hall with an open staircase that led to the second floor. Boxes were stacked next to the wall. The living room to the right was mostly bare, with only two chairs and a sofa. Two lamps, still in their bubble wrap, sat on the floor. Jordan was leading them to the rear when the doorbell rang.