“Is this your place?” she asked him.
He glanced at her. “Mmm?”
“The place you go when you want to think. My place is a coffeehouse on the river that sits right on the water. You can suck down a latte and watch the river go by. It’s soothing.”
Liam looked into the distance. “I’m thinking they wouldn’t be letting Shifters in.”
“Maybe not. But this is your place, isn’t it?”
“No, it was a convenient spot to sit my sorry ass down.”
Kim let it go. She wasn’t sure she should have followed Liam, but what she’d overheard of his conversation with Dylan confused and bothered her. She didn’t understand fully what Liam had explained about him knowing he was now dominant to Dylan, but she sensed the tension, the violence simmering below the surface. A person didn’t have to be a Shifter to feel it.
She argued with herself that maybe Liam wanted to be alone, but something inside told her she shouldn’t leave him by himself. His shoulders were tight, arms knotted, his mouth a rigid line. As usual, Liam kept his words light, almost careless, but the darkness in his eyes spoke volumes.
Kim sat in silence with him. Birds chattered in the trees, but otherwise, the park was quiet. No kids came to swing, and no cars turned down the quiet street beyond it. She heard faint sounds of the city on the other side of the derelict block beyond Shiftertown, Austinites heading to the city to make money or play politics. Here in Shiftertown, power that humans didn’t understand ebbed and flowed in ways they’d never realize.
“Are you all right?” she ventured. “I mean from having your Collar go off and…well, everything.”
“You’re referring to the exuberant and athletic sex we had later?” A ghost of a smile touched Liam’s mouth. “That’s why I had to sit down.”
Kim covered his hand, feeling the tension in it. “Liam, last night was my fault. I was the one who wanted to bring Silas here. There never would have been a Collar demonstration if I hadn’t.”
Liam touched her fingers to his lips. “Don’t fret yourself, sweetheart. I agreed to invite Silas. It’s my fault for encouraging his questions about the Collars. I didn’t anticipate Glory jumping in, damn the lass, or that Conner would get hurt or that anything very dramatic would happen. My thought was that I’d grab for Silas, let my Collar spark, and have everyone laugh at me.”
“Laugh at you in pain?”
“I’ve been in pain before, and I’ve gotten over it.”
“Liam…”
“What’s between me and Dad would have happened sooner or later, love, and maybe it was best the fight occurred with you and Connor and your journalist watching so avidly. You all gave me the strength to break it off. If me and Dad had been alone, it might have turned deadly before I could shut down my instincts.” He smiled, a little shaky. “So maybe I should be thanking you instead.”
Kim caressed his fingers with her thumb. “Don’t make me feel worse, damn it.” She sighed. “And on top of it all, I have to go to work.”
“I know.”
“Come with me?”
“No fear I’d let you go alone, darling. Not with you flagrantly disobeying Fergus every second.”
“I thought you wanted me to keep helping Brian.”
“I do. I was referring to your lack of stealth. I know why you’re such a good defender. You’re so honest it glows from you. When you say the man didn’t do it, everyone wants to believe he didn’t do it.”
“I wish it were that simple. Every i has to be dotted and every t crossed. You miss one, the case goes the other way.”
“Sandra is visiting Brian this morning, and she’s going to ask if he was ready to take Michelle as mate. Sandra’s grateful to you for believing in him.”
“Really?” Kim asked. “Her looks of hatred are false impressions, are they?”
“She’s afraid. Fergus has put fear into her, and she doesn’t know why. All she knows is that she’s been told to sacrifice her son.” He shook his head. “For a mother to lose her child—I can only imagine how it feels. If it’s anything like losing a brother…”
“Then it’s pretty shitty.”
Liam ran a hand through Kim’s hair. “It would be like losing you.”
Her pulse sped. “Not the same thing at all. We barely know each other.”
“We know a lot about each other. I know you have a little mole on the inside of your right thigh.”
“I wasn’t talking about sex.”
“Neither was I.” Liam turned and straddled the wall, pulling her between his thighs. “Mating doesn’t mean going at it until we have a litter of cubs. It means a bond that no one breaks. Ever.”
“It’s not a marriage humans would recognize or sanction,” Kim pointed out.
“Damn, woman, will you stop shoving everything into your legal terms? I’m not talking about the bits of paper humans love so much. It’s a bond inside us, stretching between us. Nothing can sever it, not human law or my family, or bloody Fergus. Are you telling me you don’t feel it?”
His eyes held anger, fear, hope, and something raw—all fighting inside him.
Did Kim feel the bond? Of course she did. This man was compelling and mesmerizing, with his blue eyes and lilting voice, not to mention his hot body. But it was more than his sexiness and his strength.
Liam dominated any room he walked into without saying a word. Every Shifter Kim met was drawn to Liam, every Shifter hero-worshipped him, even if they might not admit it. Anyone who had troubles went to him. Even the kids did, like little Michael in his pool. Michael had called out to Liam, had been excited to tell Liam of his achievements. He’d wanted Liam’s approval.
Kim remembered Liam’s words to the boy—“you look after your brother, now.” Kim realized now he’d not been making an offhand remark. Liam, who had lost a brother, knew the importance of taking care of those you loved.
Liam took care of everyone in Shiftertown, even more than Dylan did. Kim had always sensed that, and she knew that Dylan had too, and had let it happen. Not because Dylan feared losing to Liam, but because Dylan loved him.
“I wish I’d never come here,” she said.
Liam stroked her bare leg, his fingers sliding beneath the hem of her skirt. “Why is that, love? Me, I’m glad you walked into my bar.”