In a half daze she drove down the hill to her local grocery store. She found herself putting things in her cart that wouldn’t have occurred to her a few days ago—steaks, ground beef, potato chips, and Guinness stout. Why? she wondered as she paid without meeting the cashier’s eyes. It’s not like I’m going to invite them over again. But just in case…

Kim took the food home and crammed everything into the refrigerator. She fixed herself a salad that she picked at, and then she opened her briefcase and laptop and flipped listlessly through files.

She needed to get her head around all this—Brian, the Collars, Fergus, this mating thing. She reread a note from her friend Silas asking Kim whether she could get him an interview with the Shifter leaders. Silas was a good, evenhanded journalist who didn’t shrink from bald truth but didn’t make something out of nothing either. Two days ago, she’d have eagerly set up an interview for him. Given what she knew now, she wasn’t so sure it was a good idea, or if Liam would even agree to talk to him.

On the other hand, everything that had happened today helped Kim look at Brian’s case from a new angle. Had Brian intended to make Michelle his mate? If so, wouldn’t he have been as protective of her as Liam was of Kim? If Brian had decided to “claim” Michelle, that might mean he’d never dream of hurting her. Wouldn’t he have done everything in his power to keep her safe?

Michelle’s ex-boyfriend, on the other hand, might go ballistic. Brian, a Shifter, would be hard to kill, but not Michelle. And if Brian could get blamed for Michelle’s death, so much the better.

Then again, why hadn’t Brian been there to protect his girlfriend from her killer? Where had he been and what had he been doing to keep him from Michelle at the critical moment?

Kim sighed and rubbed her temples. She was getting nowhere.

After an hour or so of trying to think and failing, Kim went to bed. Mistake. She should have been exhausted after rolling on the bathroom floor with Liam, but instead she was wide awake, her pulse speeding as their lovemaking played over and over in her mind.

She’d never, ever felt like this before. Kim should be sated after

that incredible sex, but she wanted more of Liam. And more.

“What is the matter with me?”

She sat up and snapped on the light. Three seconds later, her phone rang.

Kim picked it up, her heart pounding as Liam’s rich Irish tones rolled over her. “Kim. You all right?”

Kim wanted to sigh with happiness. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I wanted to make sure.”

“I am fine.” She lay back down on the pillows, feeling warm and content. “Really. Really, really fine.”

“Good.” He sounded as though it was the best news he’d heard all day.

Kim hesitated. “How’s Connor doing?”

“Still not happy with me, but he’ll be all right. Letting him watch Irish football has made you his superhero.”

“I’m glad he’s okay.”

“I’m glad you’re glad.”

Kim wondered if Liam was in bed talking to her, if he was stretched, naked, on top of the bed she’d slept in last night. Her heart beat faster.

“I’m going to my office tomorrow.” She said it firmly.

“I know you are. I wouldn’t expect you to do anything else.” Liam’s voice softened. “Good night, love. You call me anytime you need me, all right?”

He meant it—his sincerity came through loud and clear. All she had to do was say, Liam, I need you, and he’d be there. So different from Abel and his I’m busy, honey, I’ll call you later.

“Good night, Liam.” Kim made herself click the phone off and set it on the nightstand, but it was a long time before she snapped off the light.

Outside Kim’s big house, Liam tucked away his phone and kissed his fingers to her bedroom window. He faded into the shadows against the wall and settled in to guard her for the rest of the night.

Chapter Fourteen

The next morning Kim raced her car into her parking space at Lowell, Grant, and Steinhurst, half an hour late.

Late. On a Monday. Missing the Monday morning meeting. Kim scrambled out of her car, snatched up her briefcase, rushed for the front door, and stopped in dismay.

Liam leaned against the Harley he’d parked at the curb in front of the firm’s walkway, smiling his wicked smile.

“Morning, love,” he said.

“What are you doing here?” Kim demanded.

“Looking after you. Like I should.”

July sunshine gleamed on Liam’s dark hair and flat black sunglasses. With his black T-shirt and jeans, Collar around his neck, his jaw working as he chewed a piece of gum, he looked nothing less than a dangerous Shifter male. Which he was.

She made an exasperated noise. “Liam, I cannot bring a Shifter to work with me.”

Liam lifted his sunglasses, blue eyes dancing. “I don’t see any signs: ‘No Shifters Allowed.’ ‘Shifters Must Keep Off the Grass.’ ‘Absolutely No Territory Marking Anywhere.’ ”

“Very funny. Go home.”

“No.” He lowered the sunglasses and took her elbow. “If you work here, I stay with you. I’m your guard dog. You won’t even know I’m here.”

“Because no one will notice a six-foot-six Shifter in my office.”

“I’m staying, Kim. Or you’re coming home with me. Your choice.”