His brain worked a mile a minute. “Yes, but alone I can defend myself.”
She could’ve crossed her arms, or given him a look, but instead, she went to sit on the sofa by Chewy, who was the happiest pup alive to have someone scratching his belly.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing. You just said we’re safe here. I’m staying.”
Liam walked around to place himself before her, his tall, muscled frame spreading shadows. “Are you trying to be difficult?”
“Are you a man of your word? Less than five minutes ago, you made a promise.” She saw him clench his jaw. “And if towering over me is a tactic to intimidate me, it won’t work. I know a couple of nuns who frighten me more.”
“Aren’t you afraid of anything, Miss Walsh?”
“Plenty, but somehow, you’re not one of those things, Mr. Harker.”
