Wired (Buchanan-Renard #13)(72)

What had just happened? He had kissed her as though it was the most natural thing in the world and didn’t affect him in the least, and yet it had made her weak-kneed. Might as well face it, she told herself. Liam was a sophisticated and worldly man, and she was inexperienced and naive about such things as sex and romance. What meant everything to her was just sex to him. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t spelled it all out for her from the very beginning so there wouldn’t be any misunderstanding. Sex was just sex, he’d told her, and because he led such an unpredictable life, a long-term commitment to any woman wasn’t possible. The fact was, he didn’t like the notion of being tied down anyway. Her eyes were finally open, and as painful as it was, she had to deal with reality.

After she showered and dressed, she returned to the kitchen. Liam was still on the phone. She drank a glass of orange juice and took a bite out of a granola bar that was as hard as nails and smelled like gerbil food. After tossing the rest of the bar into the trash, she waited for Liam to end his call. Then she wanted to know why he thought she needed protection. She personally thought it was ridiculous that Bale, a federal agent, would hold a grudge against her. If he were a child, perhaps it would make sense, but the man was an adult. Didn’t he have anything better to do than stew over his bad luck?

Liam patiently listened as she ranted, and as soon as she wound down he told her that Phillips would be talking to Bale later today. Until then Allison was stuck with him. He would be sure to tell Phillips to ask why Bale was acting like a child. Would that satisfy her?

She didn’t care that he was humoring her. “Yes, thank you.”

Liam turned to make another call.

“I’ve got to get out of here,” she whispered to herself. She rushed into her bedroom, checked her overnight bag to make sure she had everything she needed, zipped it closed, and headed to the door. Liam was still on the phone. She dropped the bag on the floor just as she thought she heard Liam call someone “darling.” Shifting from one foot to the other, she waited until he finished his conversation, then said, “I’ve decided to drive out to Nathan’s Bay. I’ll spend the night there and come back tomorrow afternoon. Why are you shaking your head at me? I wasn’t asking permission, Liam. I was informing you of my plans because—”

He stopped her. “If you go anywhere I’m going with you. Understand?” His voice was unbending.

“Yes,” she said to placate him. She had already made up her mind that, with or without him, she was leaving.

“That was Phillips I was talking to—”

“You call Phillips your darling?”

“I . . . What?”

“I heard you say ‘darling.’”

He shook his head. “I don’t know what you heard, but I didn’t call anyone darling, and if I did, it sure as hell wouldn’t be Phillips.”

She realized her imagination was playing tricks on her, so she didn’t pursue the subject. If she asked any more questions, Liam might have thought she cared. She wasn’t in the mood to argue. She wanted to leave.

“You’re going to cooperate, aren’t you?” It wasn’t a question so much as a statement. He expected her to cooperate.

“Yes, of course. It’s got to get better. I’m staying optimistic. Even though I was informed that Bale is coming after me because I tattled on him. Let’s get going to Nathan’s Bay.” She reached for her bag.

Liam put his hands up and stopped her. “Not so fast.” There was no way he could put a positive spin on the situation, so he was blunt with his announcement. “Phillips wants you at the cyber unit.”

“No,” she groaned.

“It shouldn’t take long.” He managed a smile. Nothing with Phillips was quick. To her credit she took the news in stride. He came to that conclusion when she didn’t start crying. She also didn’t move. “I guess you could try to hide,” he suggested with a straight face.

Allison thought he was serious and shook her head. “No, he’ll make a ruckus if I don’t go in right away.”

“A ruckus?” He put his arms around her and gave her a quick hug. “I like that word. Want to make a ruckus in the bedroom?” he asked with a laugh.

Of course she did. “Absolutely not.” Her voice lacked conviction.

He opened the door for her. “Come on. Let’s get going.”

Usually when Phillips pulled her in on weekends, she took the time to change to her work clothes, but not today. Today she was taking a stand. She was wearing worn-out snug jeans, a cotton shirt, and sneakers. She wasn’t going to change. If he didn’t like her casual attire, too bad.

Liam left their bags in the apartment and drove her to the office. Rain was coming in. Black clouds rolled overhead as they turned onto the isolated stretch of road, and strong winds battered the tree branches. A clap of thunder shook the car, and Allison flinched. Even though she knew it was illogical, storms frightened her. She wasn’t nervous today, though, because she was with Liam. Nothing much ever fazed him, and that was a comfort.

Fortunately they reached the unit and walked inside a scant minute before the downpour. As usual, Phillips was waiting for her outside his office. “London needs your special talent,” he told her. “There’s a small glitch in their system, and they’d like an outsider to look at it.” Then he turned to Liam. “I just got a call.” He gave a tilt of his head in Allison’s direction and said, “He’s coming in. You might want to talk to him.”