Wired (Buchanan-Renard #13)(56)

“You’re a better person than I am. If someone stole my work, I’d want to coldcock him. You don’t seem too bent out of shape over it.”

She laughed. “I’m not.”

“How come?”

“I always build a safeguard into my design.”

“Yeah?”

“If Brett has my work, he won’t be able to sell it.”

“You’re certain?”

“Oh yes.”

He didn’t know what was going on behind her mysterious smile, but he could tell she was no longer upset. In fact, she seemed almost amused.





FIFTEEN



Allison and Liam left the reception early and headed for the Four Seasons. The temperature had dropped considerably, but fortunately Liam’s car was parked in the circle drive. She grabbed her coat from the backseat and put it on while Liam reached into the glove compartment to get the envelope. They were soon on their way with the heater blasting.

Allison suddenly realized how comfortable she was with him now. When she had opened the door for him tonight, her nerves went crazy and her hands actually shook. Her mind raced with questions. Was he going to say anything about last night? Or was he going to pretend having hot, sweaty, mind-blowing sex with her hadn’t happened? Maybe it hadn’t been like that for him. She decided to let all of that go and just enjoy the moment.

Liam was quiet as they pulled into traffic. He was picturing the look in Keaton’s eyes. Finally he said what was on his mind. “You know what? Keaton’s a piece of . . .” He stopped before he said the crude word he was thinking of.

“A piece of work?” she suggested.

He laughed. “Sure. That’s what I was going to say.”

It took all of five minutes to reach the Four Seasons Hotel. The lobby wasn’t as grand in scale as the Hamilton’s, but it was just as elegant with its gleaming black marble floors divided into huge squares by creamy marble bands. The furnishings, small groupings of upholstered chairs at the perimeter, were understated, yet they fit perfectly into the refined atmosphere of the hotel.

Since they were early, Allison and Liam went into the bar to wait. The wood-paneled room was softly lit, and candles in tall glass cylinders on each table added to the warm ambience. Most of the tables were occupied. Liam led her to one at the back of the room and pulled out the plush leather club chair for her before he took his seat. Within seconds a waiter appeared. Allison ordered a Diet Coke, and when Liam asked for a club soda with lime, she was surprised. She had a beer on a rare occasion, but nothing else because she’d seen over and over again how it impaired judgment. She wouldn’t have known what to order anyway. The last time she had gone to dinner with Charlotte and Oliver, the waiter handed her a wine menu, and after staring at it for five minutes or so, she told Charlotte it might as well have been written in gibberish. She didn’t know what wine went with what food, and she didn’t really care. Liam, however, was a man of the world. He obviously had no objection to worldly pleasures. She finally concluded that he wasn’t drinking alcohol because he was on duty . . . or was he?

Liam opened the envelope and pulled out two sheets of paper. “I had thought to send this contract to your laptop but changed my mind because, as you’ll see, I’ve written notes all over it. It’s still readable.”

He handed the first sheet of paper to Allison and sat back while she read through it.

“What it boils down to—,” he began.

“He’d like to own me for six months, and he has the option to add another month or two or three, should he feel I’m needed.”

“That’s about right.”

“I’m not signing this.”

She’d sounded so outraged he couldn’t help smiling. “I’m not suggesting that you do. Let’s go through it line by line and change what you want changed. I’ll have the new one typed up tomorrow and you can sign it.”

“Do I need a lawyer?” she asked, and before he could answer her question, she said, “I probably need a lawyer.”

“I’m a lawyer. I’ll look out for you.”

“You’re a lawyer?” She sounded suspicious.

“Yes.”

He didn’t give her any more information. Frowning, she said, “Okay, you’re a lawyer. But you work for him.”

“Him?”

“Phillips.”

“No, I don’t work for him. Alec and I brought you in, and we won’t let him take advantage of you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

He pulled her chair closer, handed her a pen, and said, “Let’s get started.”

Allison held the pages close to the candle as she pored over the document, crossing out a phrase here, changing a word there. The candlelight cast a beautiful glow on her perfect features, and Liam was finding it difficult to focus. He tried not to be distracted, but damn, it was difficult. Her scent, a blend of flowers and sunshine, was messing with his concentration.

“What did you say?” His voice was gruff.

She looked up at him. “I didn’t say anything.”

Liam’s mouth was just inches from hers, and he thought it might be a good idea to kiss her.

She had the same idea. Her gaze never left his mouth as she inched closer and closed her eyes. She could feel his breath on her lips, and she parted her own in anticipation. Her heart pounded in her chest, just as—