“Sure seems like you just hotwired it.”
“I know, right? Are you impressed?” He turns and faces me, one wrist hanging over the wheel, a confident and obscenely handsome smile on his face. “Don’t worry. I’m not leaving with anything.”
“Who are you? And what are you even doing?”
He seems to consider for a beat before he pushes himself out of the car. “My name’s Liam. And I’m looking for your ex-boyfriend.”
I take a big step back as my heart races into my throat. He reaches into his bag and takes out what looks like a fat metal canister.
He knows who I am.
Oh God. I’m screwed. I’m totally fucked. If anyone finds out I did this, my father’s going to disown me. I’ll be disgraced, my family will be embarrassed, and I’ll end up living on the streets or something. My dad won’t even hesitate to fire my ass if it means covering his own.
Liam opens the canister and I get a sharp whiff of gasoline. He splashes some into the car, on the passenger side seat, into the back on the rear bench, whistling tunelessly again. He leans back out and shakes the can at it, the gas splooshing around.
“Want to douse it?”
“I don’t… I mean, are you about to…” My eyes drop to the can, mouth hanging open. “How the hell do you know who I am?”
“Well, not many people in this world would want to spray paintcheateron the side of Kieren Foley’s vehicle. I figured it waseither his current girlfriend or his former. You seemed like the better bet.” His eyes lock on mine and he’s still wearing that infuriating smile. “Regan.”
Yep, he knows.
And I am so beyond fucked.
But there’s something about this guy. He doesn’t seem angry about the spray paint. If anything, he looks extremely amused. Then there’s him breaking in, looking for something, and now pouring gasoline inside…
I take off my mask and lower my hood, struggling to keep myself under control. I refuse to imagine my father’s disappointed glare, my mother’s disgusted shake of the head, my little brother’s panic as he realizes he won’t have his big sister to protect him anymore.
Instead, I focus on the problem in front of me.
Handsome, grinning, terrifying Liam.
“You’re going to burn his car,” I say softly, my mouth dry.
He nods once. “That I am.”
“And you’re not going to tell anyone I did this?”
A shake this time. “That’s not part of the plan.”
“Whatisthe plan, exactly?”
He holds the can out to me. “Help a beautiful woman get revenge.”
I stare at him. This is crazy. I should turn away and run,run,get away from a man who is so clearly trouble. The longer I standhere, the more likely it is I’m going to end up in jail. It’s bad enough, spray painting the car.
But burning it?
Still…
Imagine the look on Kieren’s face when he finds his precious baby is a smoking husk.
He’ll go ballistic. He’llsuffer, maybe not as much as I suffered, but something’s better than nothing.
I bet he might even cry.
God, wouldn’t that be sweet? If he cried just like I did?
