Page 6 of Claiming Liberty

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Page 6 of Claiming Liberty

Damn. I was wrong.

“I’m enjoying it, though. The women here are interesting.”

I shift closer to him, curious as to what he means. “How so?”

He looks down at my feet, and I try not to follow his gaze.

Oh.I’minteresting. The barefoot girl having the panic attack.

That doesn’t seem like a compliment.

I bend to stand my heels upright. “Well, I should get back in there,” I say, stepping into the death traps. “Nice talking to you.”

I brush hair out of my face, give him a tight smile, then head for the door.

He grabs my arm, spinning me toward him.

I don’t know if I’ve seen too many movies or what, but when our eyes meet, I feel something spark. A scene plays in my head where he kisses me, hard and passionate. The ‘interesting’ woman from America.

I can’t say I hate it.

But he doesn’t kiss me.

He smiles apologetically and lets go of my arm. Then he just stands there.

I wish I could lie and say I’m not disappointed.

Boyfriend, Liberty. You have a boyfriend.

“Yes?” I prompt, my voice a little too heady.

His mouth opens to speak, but his attention moves to the doorway. I look over my shoulder at a blond man dressed in an equally impressive suit as Angel but not wearing it quite as well. Robert walks up behind him.

Oh, fuck.

Guilt startles me, and I turn and take a step away from Angel, afraid my thoughts will show if I stand too close to him.

“There you are,” the blond man says to Angel, annoyance evident in his tone. His eyes stray to me, and heat immediately ignites in them.

I ignore it and focus on Robert. “Hey, honey.”

He walks up, and it isn’t until he reaches me that I realize I’m biting my lip. I quickly release it.

“You disappeared.” Robert puts his hand on my shoulder. “I was worried.”

“I just needed some air,” I say, my voice a little too high pitched.

Robert looks at Angel, and his smile grows, but I’m pretty certain it’s forced. Angel better pray Robert doesn’t know a hitman. “I see you met Mr. Ramos.”

My brow furrows.

Huh?

Robert wraps his arm around my shoulder possessively, his touch all but gentle.

He’s pissed.

If I thought I’d embarrassed him before…




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