Taking It Slow - Reese Knightley Page 0,25

say to ease the situation between them.

“I should have seen him turning on me. I’m getting old.” Liam sighed.

“Now, I call bullshit.”

“I’m forty-five.”

Spencer was surprised. Sure, Liam had a touch of gray threaded through his hair and laugh lines on his face, but the man was in peak physical shape.

“You don’t look it.”

“Thanks.”

“You got the upper hand on that guy just fine.”

“Of course,” Liam snorted. “I would have taken him to the ground with a well-aimed blow to the throat if you hadn’t interfered,” the man finished dryly.

Spencer barked with laughter and Liam’s answering laugh lightened the tightness in his chest.

“Drop him like a stone?”

“That was the plan.”

“Are you pressing charges?” He wasn’t sure what Liam would do, but he figured the colonel would make this Heath guy be accountable for his actions.

“I am,” Liam stated.

“What about Rick?”

“I need to find out what trouble he’s in.”

“And the kids will stay here?”

“Yes. I pay their nanny, so she’ll just come here and Anna will help out. Anna loves having them here. She was hurt when they went back home.” Liam smiled, remembering.

Spencer was glad, he hated the thought of Adam and Jessica living in an unsafe environment.

That thought froze him for a split second. Wasn’t Wesley living under the same conditions? Guilt ate at him. He was one hundred percent certain his mother wasn’t physically hitting Wesley, but he couldn’t be certain she wasn’t verbally abusing him. He studied his brother’s too-lean frame. Every time he asked Wesley about eating, his brother assured him he got enough.

He rubbed at his upper lip and shoved his hands into his pockets. He needed to make a decision and soon. But for tonight, he could just enjoy the fact that he was with his brother and a man who was quickly becoming one of his best friends.

Liam

He’d been damned glad Spencer had shown up.

Worry for the children had had him overthinking his next move. And while he had no doubts he would have knocked Heath out, he was grateful Spencer’s appearance had provided the opportunity for the children to get out safely.

The crack to his head still made him feel a bit wobbly and he ran his fingers over the bump before holding the ice pack there. He didn’t blame Spencer for coming to his defense. The man’s training had kicked in with a lethal force. For a moment, he’d thought Spencer was going to shoot both Heath and Rick.

Rick…what a pain in the ass. He needed to find out what Rick was up to. If it was drugs? Liam would be in front of a judge come Monday morning asking for full custody. That was two days away, but first, he had the weekend to enjoy with Spencer and the kids and he planned on enjoying every second that he could.

The cops knocked on his door some fifteen minutes later and he stepped out onto the front porch with Spencer. Closing the door, he and Spencer both gave their statements to the cops just as Oliver Rains, Infinity’s medic, pulled into the driveway. Not only Oliver, but Zane and Isaac jumped out of the jeep.

He shot Spencer an annoyed look, but the soldier raised his brows and crossed his arms against his muscled chest. He looked so goddamned sexy, every thought flew right out of Liam’s damned head for several minutes.

Thank god the officer filled up the silence with questions. They all stood in a group while he, Spencer, and his security guard gave their statements to the cop.

“Come into my office,” Liam told Oliver some twenty minutes later when they entered the house after the cops had left. He knew he wasn’t going to get out of getting his head checked.

He led the way into the large room and poured a small splash of whiskey. Spencer followed him and poured a glass for himself.

Zane stood leaning against the wall. Isaac took a seat on one of the wide backed chairs and flipped a leg over the arm, bouncing it in the air.

Easing into his desk chair, he sat back so Oliver could lift up his bloodied shirt and check his ribs.

After visually checking them, Oliver placed a stethoscope to his chest and told him to draw a breath, hold, and release. He did that three times. He clenched his teeth when Oliver eased his arm upward, firing off questions with each new position. After a few moments of probing the back of his head and shining a light in his eyes, Oliver