Chapter 8 Jenny
Jenny
He kept his eyes on the road, but I caught the curve of his mouth when I smiled back.
And that was the problem.
Liam James didn’t look like a man who made mistakes. He looked like a man who stepped into chaos, sorted it out, and left everything in its place when he was done. Which made me wonder why he kept glancing at me like maybe I was the puzzle he hadn’t figured out yet.
“So,” I said, because the silence was getting thick, “you do this a lot? Protecting people?”
“Sometimes, not as much as the others, but I’m going to start working with them.”
“And are you going to take them on road trips?”
“That part’s new,” he said, and there was something in his voice—low and amused—that made heat crawl up the back of my neck.
I looked out the window before he could see.