I don’t need to hang around and watch the exchange of memories.
“I’ll tell Wolf you had somewhere else to be.” Her voice is laced with amusement. “It was good to see you again.”
I can’t say the same, so I exit the apartment and close the door behind me, leaving Liam and one of his ex-girlfriends behind.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Liam
DidI step into a fucking time machine that’s transported me eight months into the past?
Why is Darcy sitting on my sofa and not Athena?
I close my eyes, praying that when I reopen them, I’ll see the woman I want to spend the night with in front of me.
I crack open one eyelid.
Fuck. I’m still looking at Darcy.
“Wolf!” She bounces to her feet. “There you are.”
I ignore the fact that she’s running her hands over the front of the tight red T-shirt she’s wearing.
“Where’s Athena?” I bark the question out as I look around the room.
Her purse isn’t where she dumped it when she came out of the washroom before my call.
Shit.She’s not here.
“Your friend left.” Darcy jerks a thumb at the apartment door. “I needed time alone with you.”
For what?
“How did you get into the building?” I brush past her on my way to the door. Swinging it open, I look to the left and the right, hoping that I’ll catch Athena, but the corridor is empty.
“One of your neighbors held the lobby door for me.” Darcy laughs. “He said he remembered that I’m a close friend of yours.”
She’s not. She’s an ex that scared the living hell out of me when she started tailing me. I couldn’t turn around without running straight into her.
Here at home.
At the gym.
My office.
You name it. If I was there, Darcy was close behind.
I ended it with the threat of a restraining order if she didn’t keep her distance. My oldest brother, Sebastian, a sergeant with the NYPD, followed that up with a visit to her office encouraging her to move on. I didn’t ask him to do it, but I thanked him for it.
I hadn’t seen her again until she appeared at the seafood place the other night.
Slamming my apartment door shut, I head toward Darcy. “Get out.”
That sets her back down on her ass on my sofa. She pivots so she’s facing me, her long legs crossing as though she’s settling in for the long haul.
I’m tempted to yank her up by the arm to toss her out, but I don’t. I won’t put a hand on her. In her twisted mind it would be akin to a marriage proposal. I intend to stay as far away from her as I can.
“You left a few things at my place.” She points a long red fingernail at a brown paper shopping bag. “Check it out.”
