Straightening up, I stepped back. “Thanks.”
With a nod, Carter rolled his window up. I made my way around the side of the property, the garage set back a little from the street.
Everything was quiet, the occasional bark the only sound nearby.
Heading up the stairs, it took me only a few minutes to open Quinn’s door. She needed better locks. And an alarm system.
A gun cocking froze my movements.
“Don’t move,” a guy said, making my blood boil.Why is there a guy in her apartment? And why didn’t Carter warn me?
A light turned on, and I recognized another one of Gunner’s men. Lowering my hands, I pointedly looked at his gun. “I’m not here to harm Quinn.”
“If it isn’t Liam the great.”
Relaxing my stance, I glared at him. “You have me at a disadvantage, since I don’t know your name.”
He put his gun away but kept his hand close to his holster. “It’s Devon. And Gunner didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“Of course he didn’t.” Bastard was probably laughing his ass off at the thought of Devon possibly blowing a hole in me. Carter too. “But now that I’m here, your services are no longer needed.”
Raising a brow, he put his phone to his ear. “Yeah, it’s me.” He listened for a few minutes, his face pinching in displeasure. “Fine. But I’m leaving under protest.”
Shoving his phone in his pocket, he prowled to the door. “I’ll be watching from the street.”
Not wanting to waste more time on a pointless argument, I stepped to the side. Devon sauntered out, seemingly immune to my stare that had brought lesser men to their knees.
I locked the door behind him and turned the light back off.
Time to make sure Quinn knew she belonged to me.
23
QUINN
Despite a long and exhausting day,sleep had come excruciatingly slowly. Only because I’d made the right decision—the only decision given the circumstances—didn’t mean I was without doubts. Leaving Liam was hard, the peace his embrace offered an invisible string anchoring me to him.
I could still feel his arms around me, cocooning me in their warmth. At least the nightmares had stopped, replaced by images of Liam and the feel of his touch.
Leaning into a hard chest, I breathed in deeply. My hands traced a slow path down ropes of muscles that twitched under my fingers. Nose still buried in heaven, I shuffled closer.
“Fuck, I missed you so much,” a gravelly voice whispered into my hair.
My hand stilled, realizing the silky skin it was feeling was real. My nose twitched, and I reluctantly peeled away.
Then finally my brain kicked in, and I scrambled back. Pulling the sheet up to my neck, I sat up. “What are you doing in my bed?” Looking around the room, I only saw his discarded clothes, no sign of my bodyguard. “Where are Devon and Carter?”
“Outside,” the bastard answered as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.
Did he think we could just pick up where we left off?
“That only answers the second part of my question.” My voice had taken on a bitchy tone that tasted unfamiliar on my tongue. Lifting my nose to complete the look, I glared at Liam.
He didn’t take his eyes off me, as if he could read my emotions. And maybe he could. “I’m here because I missed you.”
The nerve of him. “Too bad for you. Maybe you should have thought of that before you had an affair with me while being engaged.”
Finally showing some emotion, he dropped his gaze. His hands gripped the sheets, and he took a deep inhale. “I’ll never be able to erase what I’ve done. But I want you to know how truly sorry I am for not telling you.”
