The mighty Quinns: Liam - By Kate Hoffmann Page 0,49

what she found in there.”

“What did she find?”

“I developed the photos that I took from the attic window and they were…very…revealing.”

“Naked?” Sean asked.

“No. What do you think, I’m some kind of pervert?”

“She does. And she thinks you’re a psycho. A disgusting worm of a man.”

Liam closed his eyes and groaned. “She said that?”

“No, but I’m sure that’s what she was thinking. Jaysus, Liam, could you have screwed this up any worse?”

Liam aimed the bag of doughnuts at Sean’s head and pitched it as hard as he could. But Sean’s reflexes were too quick and he caught it. “Thanks. I’m starved.”

“I’ve gotta go find her,” Liam said. “I have to explain.”

“You’re not going to tell her the truth.”

Liam shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m going to say. But I’ve got to find some way to explain.”

“You really like her, don’t you?” Sean said.

Liam pulled his keys out of his pocket, then headed to the door. “That’s a major understatement,” he muttered.

He drove from Southie to Charlestown in record time, weaving in and out of traffic as he tried to decide what to say to Ellie. His first impulse was to come clean, to tell her everything and to hope that his instincts about her were right. But if they weren’t, Liam knew she’d have no choice but to run. And then he’d never see her again.

With every other woman in his life, it had always been easy, a take-it-or-leave-it kind of affair. But Ellie was different. She made him feel confused and excited and frustrated and satisfied all at once. And when he thought about her walking out of his life, he got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Liam had been in love with a lot of women—at least he thought it had been love. But it didn’t even come close to what he’d come to feel for Ellie in just a very short time. Was this real love, this crazy, wild, disturbing feeling that he had whenever he was with her?

They’d known each other less than two weeks. People didn’t fall in love that fast, Quinn family curse or not. Memories of all his father’s tales of the Mighty Quinns drifted through his mind. Seamus Quinn had warned all of his sons about the dangers of succumbing to the powers of a woman. And for the first time in Liam’s life, he understood what his father had been talking about. There was every chance in the world that this would end badly and that he’d end up with his heart in shreds.

He couldn’t avoid the reality. Next month, Ellie Thorpe could be on trial for embezzlement. And the month after that, she could be in jail. Maybe that’s what made it easy to fall for her. In the back of his mind, he knew it might end at any minute.

Liam parked the car in front of Ellie’s building in Charlestown and hopped out. He took the front steps two at a time, then pushed the security buzzer, saying a silent prayer that she’d let him in. But the buzzer went unanswered. Either she was in her apartment avoiding him, or he’d beaten her across town. “Or she’s already in the wind,” he murmured. With a soft curse, he sat on the step, determined to wait.

He’d only been waiting two or three minutes when it began to rain—a cold, stinging, spring rain. Liam pushed up from the steps and jogged across the street. He’d wait for Ellie in the attic, and when she came home, he’d have all of his explanations in order.

As Liam unlocked the front door and climbed the stairs, he couldn’t help but rewind the previous night in his head. He and Ellie had been so good together. It was as if her body had been made especially for him. Every curve, every sweet inch of flesh, was sheer perfection in his eyes. He could still feel her skin beneath his hands, her hair between his fingers, the warmth as he moved inside of her. And, even now, he craved it all again.

Liam pushed open the door to the attic and stepped inside. The room was as cold and musty as he remembered, the windows still grimy. Sean had left his video camera set up at the window and Liam strolled over and focused the camera on Ellie’s apartment. He thought about the first time he’d stood in the window and watched her, wondering who and what she was. And now he felt as if