Chapter Nine
Cora was cursing herself ten kinds of stupid as she made up the spare bed. It was next door to her bedroom and was used more for storage than for anyone sleeping. She didn’t have many guests come over. How did she let Liam convince her to let him stay? Because he turned those baby blues on you and said he wanted to protect you.
Gullible.
It wasn’t that she didn’t think she was in danger. She knew she was after all the recent break-ins; she just didn’t see the point in having a guard dog sleeping in her spare room for who knew how long. A guard dog that she used to sleep with. This was not going to end well. Not at all. You did say you wanted a guard dog. She just didn’t think it would come in a six-foot-tall broody soldier. Who was all bite and little bark.
Cora busied her
