“You’re not my elder. You’re just Liv.”
She didn’t respond, but the way she bit her lip, trying to cover the shy smile spreading across her face, told me Noah’s response meant a lot to her.
Since that evening when I’d found Liv against her front door, frightened and scared, as a man she’d once trusted tried to take advantage of her, I’d watched her slowly coming back to life.
It had only been a few days, but I’d started to recognize the fiery woman I’d grown to know. Every day that pushed us further from that moment, she would come out of her shell more. The first day had been the worst. We had spent the majority of the day wrapped around each other, watching old ’80s movies while eating popcorn and candy. I’d known it was bad when she ate an entire box of Milk Duds.
The following day, she’d seemed to find peace, going back to her patients and becoming immersed in their lives once more. It wasn’t until she’d come home and remembered I’d met with her father that I saw her falter.
“I didn’t tell him about you,” I assured her.
“How was he?” she asked quietly.
“In charge, commanding, and captivating.”
She nodded and fell into my arms. “I miss him.”
“I know.”
The instant her father had walked into the building, my fists had tightened, and the need to defend Liv had overwhelmed me. This man had hurt her.
The last man who had hurt her ended up with a broken nose and a trip to jail.
Yet, her father had stood in front of me, and I couldn’t do a damn thing.
It had been excruciating to shake his hand and talk to him as if he were just another potential client and not the man who had crushed her heart.
I had wanted to ask him so many things.
Why?
How could he have forgotten about her? How could anyone forget about someone as amazing as Liv?
But I had Noah and bills and a life of responsibilities that I couldn’t forget.
So, I had let reason win that day. I’d managed to keep my job and land the client my boss wanted so badly.
It looked like I’d be spending a lot more time with Senator Prescott.
“All right, I give up. I forfeit!” Liv threw her massive pile of cards down on the coffee table we were gathered around.
The quaint cabin Mark owned was light years from the definition of the word. It was massive, extravagant, and luxurious in every sense of the word. But Mark came from wealth, and he was a founding partner in one of the top firms in the city, so I guessed it made sense.
My romantic weekend hadn’t turned out to be exactly what I originally planned, but considering the events of the past week, I wanted to play it safe and go for a family-fun theme rather than a couples retreat.
I knew she was recovering, and I had decided that pressure—in any form at this point—was the last thing she needed.
“I’m going to go upstairs and play on the Xbox,” Noah announced, placing his cards on the table before stretching his arms above his head. He yawned loudly and then hopped up onto his feet.
I almost called him out on the fact that he hadn’t bothered asking for permission, but realizing he was leaving Liv and me alone for the first time all day, I gladly let him go.
“What do you want to do now?” I asked, turning toward her.
The sun was disappearing into the lake, sending shards of orange and yellow light in every direction.
“I’ve been dying to go into that hot tub ever since we arrived,” she said, her eyes meeting mine as she finished collecting the playing cards scattered in front of her.
My stomach knotted together as she spoke, and my dick twitched at the mere mention of us in a hot tub—alone.
“Sounds good.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before my brain could even register what was happening.
This was supposed to be a safe and low-key weekend. Nothing was supposed to happen.
I would never survive seeing her in a bikini, wet and nearly naked beside me.
It was too bad my body hadn’t realized that fact because I was already racing upstairs to change.
Liv
While Jackson changed in the guest bedroom, I pulled out my suit and began undressing. I let the fabric of my dress pool to the floor, and then I slowly removed my undergarments. As I put on my bikini in front of the large mirror, I stopped for a moment and just stared at the reflection in front of me.
I still looked like me, but I felt completely different.
If someone had told me a week ago that I would cower in front of an intruder, beg for mercy, and stand there completely motionless rather than fight back, I wouldn’t have believed it.
Since I’d walked away from my family, I’d been fighting and surviving each day on my own. It hadn’t been easy—at least, not in comparison to the life I once had. I had worked for everything I now had.
I was strong.
But in that moment, when I had seen the look in Victor’s eyes, I’d felt nothing but weakness.