Page 20 of Professional Liar
He nodded softly, and I would never get tired of seeing that smile morphing his usually scowling mouth into a thing of beauty.
Bianca slapped her hands on the table and stood. “Well, that’s all I came for.”
“Pancakes, clothes, and a threat?” I asked.
“Well, the pancakes were a bonus.” She leaned in and kissed my cheek before leaving.
“She’s a character,” Pierce said.
“I try to keep her from the darker stuff. From my father’s world.”
“You protect her.”
“With my life, with my money, with everything and anything I have.”
He stood, came around the table, and lifted me under the arm pits to standing. “I like this side of you.”
I spun in his arms and tilted my head back to meet his eyes. “Oh yeah?”
“I like my women sassy in the morning, fiery at night, and whatever the hell else they want to be in the middle.”
“Your women?”
“Woman,” he corrected.
