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Liam
“Liam, I’m tired of discussing this,” Mila said. Shedidsound tired.
She wasn’t staying in her bungalow for the time being. Millie had given her another one and had also sent Mila some of the clothes that she’d kept at Millie’s place for visits to the island.
Now, tucked inside the new bungalow we’d been given temporarily, I tried to get Mila to see my side of things.
She wasn’t budging.
I didn’t plan on backing down either, not until it looked like she was taking this seriously.
“If you’re not going to talk to Michelle and Jake about postponing the wedding, and if you’re not going to see about hiring a bodyguard until we get this straightened out, exactly whatareyou going to do?” I demanded.
I was half-sick with worry, and her casual attitude wasn’t making things any easier. It was almost like she wasn’t concerned about the fact that somebody had broken into her home and had gone through her things.
“I’m going to talk to the security team and have them watch my bungalow.” She lifted a shoulder. “You can stick by my side when you can. I’ll do what the security team recommends. But I’mnotcanceling the wedding – or any event here on the island. That’srunning away.”
“Sometimes retreat is a wise option,” I pointed out.
“Drop it with the soldier talk,” she snapped. “I’m not a soldier, and it’s not like I’ve been outflanked in battle or whatever they call it. I’m just refusing to let some jackass make me change how things are done around here. I’ll be more careful. I told you that. What else do you want?”
I opened my mouth, then snapped it shut, because I wasn’t sure I could answer that.
“If it wasyou, wouldyoube making a bunch of changes?” Mila pushed when I didn’t answer.
I couldn’t lie to her. But I wasn’t about to admit she was right either.
It didn’t matter. Mila saw it in my face and waved a finger in my direction. “See? You wouldn’t go changing your life around either.”
“This isn’t about me,” I snapped, closing the distance between us. I caught her shoulders and stared at her, hoping she’d understand. “This is aboutyou. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“I don’t plan onlettinganything happen to me,” she said.
“You didn’t plan on having somebody break into your place and trash things, either,” I fired back at her.
“Would youstop?” Mila half-shouted. “I’m not letting this dictate how I live my life! I’m not lettingyoudictate my life.”
I spun away, shoving my hands back over my scalp as frustration burned inside. “I’m not trying to dictate your life–”
“Then yank the stick out of your ass about this wedding.Iam not going, so your cousin and his fiancée won’t be in danger because of me. You don’t have to worry about that.”
I turned back to her, gaping. “You think I’m just worried about Michelle and Jake? This is aboutyou.”
“And my security team and I will handle it.” She planted her hands on her hips as she squared off with me. “We’ll deal with it. I don’t want Michelle, Jake, or any of the guests knowing anything is out of the ordinary.”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“I mean it!” She flung out her arms. “I’m going to be taking over here. I can’t have my guests thinking that I can’t handle an issue like this, should it arise.”
“I take it that means you don’t want me telling Jake.” I crossed my arms over my chest as I held her gaze. “The woman I’m sleeping with could be in danger, and you basically want me to forget there’s a threat. You want me to just sit in the corner and be a good little boy while you handle all of this.”
Mila opened her mouth, then snapped it closed, a growl of frustration escaping her. “Why can’t youlet this go?”
“I just can’t.” Turning on my heel, I strode to the front door.
“Where are you going?” Mila demanded.
