He’d never experienced such greed before. If she’d been cake, he would have glutted himself.
She lay peaceful on the bed, her hair trailing behind her on the pillow, making a slight noise like a kitten’s snore. He smiled, oddly comforted by the soft sound. He clearly needed to let her rest for a while.
If only he could.
He got up and walked into the kitchenette to pour himself a fingerful of Scotch into a glass tumbler. He moved back into the bedroom and sat on the bed next to Kate’s unmoving form. She’d kicked all the sheets off and he couldn’t resist running a hand over her bare spine. Her skin already bore goose pimples from the A/C so he reached for the covers and draped them over her. She made a sleepy noise of appreciation and burrowed in next to his thigh.
As if they’d always slept together. As if they always would.
Liam knew in that moment that he would do anything to keep Kate safe. He’d suspected it when he first saw her. He’d been convinced of it after she’d been attacked by Vaughan. And now, after sharing so much with her, their bond floored him with its simplicity and depth. He wanted her to have a home with him, and not some souped-up office in a casino. A real home, full of love and laughter. The kind which he’d always dreamed about, but feared he’d never have.
I want you out of my home. Do you understand me?
“Oh, yeah, Shauna,” he muttered. “I understand. I understand you’ve lost your power over me.”
It was true. Since telling Kate about his childhood, about his feelings of inadequacy, somehow they’d all but fizzled away. Where he used to grow so enraged every time he pictured his stepmother, he now felt only sadness. Sadness for Shauna, because she missed out on having him in her life, or even having the life she’d wanted.
For the first time, he felt ready to forgive. It defied logic, but in listening to him, in sharing herself with him, Kate had taught him there was so much more to life than recrimination or a need to prove his worth. Hadn’t he been doing just that in building his casinos, trying to prove how important he was, how special? And all because he’d never heard those words uttered by a ghost of a woman.
With Kate’s gentle touches and sweet words, he’d realized he didn’t need to prove himself. He only wanted to live up to one standard now, to be the man who would take care of Kate.
Kate.
She was so fucking beautiful whenever he took her, each and every time. Something incredible passed between them every time they touched. She’d seen it too, he could tell. Something profound and mysterious and strangely binding. For years, he’d kept people away. He’d never shared himself completely with anyone. He was too busy maintaining the cult of Liam Doyle and burying his past. But Kate had helped him see the past wasn’t clawing its way out of the ground, reaching for him. The past didn’t need to be buried again and again.
Of course, he might have already gone and fucked it up a couple of times. He saw the hesitant light in her eyes, knew his intensity scared her. He just didn’t know how else to be with her. He could tell she wanted, needed, to talk to him about their pasts, but he was ready to leave the past behind. He didn’t want to dwell on hate anymore. He wanted to concentrate on how Kate made him feel. She made him soar. She made him despair. She made him dare to love.
He closed his eyes for a moment, floored by the sentiment.
She must think he was a basket case. Good thing she forgave those peculiarities.
As he thought about the nature of forgiveness, Liam realized there might be room in his heart for one more act of it.
He put down the tumbler of Scotch on the bedside table and picked up his cell phone. He dialed and waited until a groggy voice came on the other line.
“Nando? Yeah, I know it’s late. Sorry about that.” Liam paused. “Look, I want you to drop the suit for Michelle’s custody. Yeah, I’ve changed my mind.” He listened to his lawyer’s words. “Don’t worry about the costs, just bill it to me. Cover theirs as well. It’s time to move on. Get some sleep, and thanks.” He ended the call before Perreira tried to talk him out of it. Perreira could talk the devil out of devilry.
Liam sat still in bed and waited for true rock bottom to hit. He braced himself for the lump in his throat.
It didn’t come.
Yes, he would miss Michelle. Would miss her terribly. But he knew he did the right thing. Andy and Bridget weren’t perfect, but they wanted to give their little girl a family, which was more than he often felt he had growing up. He wouldn’t rip it away from them.
“Goodbye, Michelle.”
Besides, as he looked as Kate, sleeping amidst rumpled sheets, he couldn’t help but think he’d found a new family.
She stirred in the bed and reached out a hand to him. He lay next to her, winding his arms about her soft body.
Her lips found his neck and she kissed him. “You did the right thing. I’m proud of you.”
He nodded his gratitude and held her until morning.
Chapter Thirteen
Kate took a moment to admire the soft lighting of their surroundings and the opulent, yet understated furnishings. This was a part of Vice Liam had never shown her before. It wasn’t even officially open, still blocked off and barred to the public.
“What is this place?”
