I was living a life that was a lie, and I hated every moment of it.
Well, maybe there was one exception.
My boss was the only thing that made my temporary move to the East Coast
Really, I loved the Maine coastal town of Amesport, even though I was
only a temporary resident of the town. The people were friendly, and I
didn’t mind working at waiting tables and doing whatever else was
necessary to help out in the small eatery where I worked.
I just hated the lies.
I’d run from California to Maine because I’d had to less than a year
ago. Now, I was ready to drop the falsehoods and be myself again.
There was only one problem, and that deception was the one I regretted
My boss, the owner of Sullivan’s Steak and Seafood, was a tall blond
god who haunted every wet dream I’d had since the moment I’d met him
for the first time. Unfortunately, the fantasies hadn’t gotten any
less heated than they’d been months ago.
I let out a sigh and leaned back in Liam’s chair. Unfortunately, he
wasn’t in the small office of the restaurant with me. It was early
morning, and the doors wouldn’t open until the afternoon. We were
still running the off-season hours of early spring at Sullivan’s, so
Liam Sullivan hadn’t even arrived at the restaurant yet.
“It’s almost over,” I whispered to myself aloud right before I
took a large gulp of my coffee. I’d made a whole pot, and I was
already down to the last cup. “I’ll be back in California soon.”
I had to focus on going back home. For the last several months, it was
the only thing that had kept me sane.
The lies had needed to continue, ever after Liam had admitted that he
wanted me months ago. And that fabrication of who I was gnawed at me.
What else could I do? I couldn’t tell him the truth.
In real life, I didn’t have a boyfriend. The visitor Liam had seen
and assumed was my man had actually been my brother, Noah, brought to
the East Coast by billionaire Evan Sinclair. Evan, who permanently
resided here in Amesport, was friends with my brother, Noah, and had
agreed to help me get away from California when I needed to flee my home
in the West.
I was grateful, but I regretted the fact that I’d had to hide who I
Liam knew a Brooke that had never really existed.
Not that I lied to him very often if I could help it, but I hadn’t
been able to tell him that the man who visited me from California was
really my brother.
Liam had given me a job without knowing much about my history. Evan had
asked him to hire me, and Liam had agreed after he saw my references.
The agreement with my brother and Evan had been simple.
Don’t tell anybody my real identity.
And don’t do anything to draw attention to myself.
I couldn’t break those promises I’d made to the people who had
helped when I was desperate to get away from California. They’d made
the rules to keep me safe.
I took another slug of my coffee. I was on the last cup, so I knew I
needed to start another pot. I was going to need it.
I yawned despite my large caffeine intake, and tried to focus on the
financials for Sullivan’s Steak and Seafood Restaurant. Liam might be
an excellent businessman in most respects, but he hated doing the books
and his taxes. I was good with numbers, so I’d taken over the tasks
some months ago.
Being here early in the morning had nothing to do with my workload and
everything to do with the fact that I was going back to California. I
hadn’t told Liam that I was leaving yet, and it was causing a bad case
of insomnia. I hadn’t been able to sleep, so I’d gotten up to come
do the books. Really, there was no urgency. I was pretty much done
except for the current month. But I’d needed a task to keep me busy.
He’s not going to care if I go home.
Since Liam’s admission that he was sexually attracted to me, and my
subsequent confession that I wanted him, too, we’d been pretty
distant. The conversation hadn’t ended well. Yes, I saw him almost
every day. We spoke about casual things when he was in the mood, and we
discussed issues at Sullivan’s. Other than that, we hadn’t shared
He thought I had a boyfriend, and Liam being Liam, he’d backed off the
moment he realized he’d said too much.
Honestly, I’d been pretty shocked that he thought my brother was a
romantic interest, but I’d had to go with it. If I denied his
assumption, Liam might have started asking more questions, and there
were things I hadn’t been able to explain…until now.
Since the crisis was over and I was returning home, it really didn’t
matter if he found out the truth, but I didn’t plan on telling him
everything. He might despise me for having a supposed boyfriend, but
he’d hate it more that I’d been lying to him.
I’d just go. Better that he thinks I had a moment of weakness than to
inform him that I’d been living a lie here in Amesport. As far as
Liam was concerned, I’d done my job here and more. It was none of his
business why I’d spent close to a year on the East Coast when my home
was in California.
I knew Evan Sinclair hadn’t told Liam much. According to my
brother’s billionaire friend, all he’d shared was that I needed
employment and that I needed a break from the West Coast.
Liam had agreed to hire me before I’d even arrived in Maine, so I’d
instantly had a job I could immerse myself in. Unfortunately, it came
with one very hot boss, a man who would never see me as anything more
than a helpful young employee.
Okay. He’d one moment of weakness in almost a year. One day that
he’d told me that he found me attractive. But he’d blown off that
admission ever since, and I was pretty convinced he regretted telling me
I’m a realist. I need to deal with the facts.
And the truth was, Liam Sullivan was never going to really care where I
went or what I did as long as I left with plenty of notice.
I’d never been the type of woman to fantasize about men who were out
of reach. I dated men who were safe, guys who fit into my no-nonsense
world. My lack of imagination was probably why I was so good with
numbers. Finance was concrete. There were no gray areas. Numbers were
either correct or they weren’t.
I forced myself to stop obsessing over Liam and focus on the numbers for
the current month.
By the time I looked up again, hours had gone by without me realizing
what time it was.
I stood up and stretched once I was done with my task, my body aching
from sitting in almost the same position for so long.
“What in hell are you doing here this early?” The annoyed male voice
made me startle as I turned my head to look at the source of the sexy
I lowered my arms back to my side, my heart racing just like it always
did when Liam was around.
My body had some kind of Liam sensor, and it went off like lightening
the moment he was within speaking distance.
God, he looked amazing. Even in an old pair of jeans and a Patriots
T-shirt, he exuded a quiet confidence and control that took most people
a lifetime to master.
I shook myself. “Nothing. Well, I’m not doing anything now. I
just finished uploading everything to your accountant. The books are
done up to date.”
He still didn’t look happy, but that was kind of Liam’s usual
expression. “What time did you get here?”
I stepped from behind the desk. “Early,” I hedged.
“How early, Brooke?”
I didn’t want to tell him I’d been in before daylight. For some
reason, he seemed to think I put too many hours in at the restaurant,
and maybe I did. But working was the one thing that kept me sane.
“What does it matter,” I answered defensively. “The job is
When I moved to stand in front of him, I had to crank my head back a
little to gaze up at his face.
I was average height, but Liam was so tall that it made me feel petite.
The room was suddenly way too hot and small.
I tried to push past him to exit the office, but he easily stopped my
progress with a powerful hand to my upper arm. “It’s matters to me,
Brooke. You don’t own the place, and I don’t expect you to put in
the same hours I do.”
Honestly, I was sick of having this discussion. I’d buried myself in
work for a reason, and to help Liam as much as possible. He’d done me
a favor by hiring me. I’d wanted to give back.
I felt tortured and tormented, so I blurted out the first thing that
came to my mind. “I quit. I’m giving my two-week notice.”
Shrugging out of his hold, I pushed by him and out of the room. My only
retreat was the bathroom, and I closed the door quickly and locked it,
leaning against the wooden surface as I tried to get my heartrate to
slow the hell down.
Now all I had to do was live through two weeks of hell before I could
figure out how I was ever going to get over the one guy who could make
me completely lose my composure.
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