Chapter Fourteen

Liam cleaned the wood from the bathroom floor as I held a cool washcloth over my eyes, to reduce the swelling from my endless rounds of tears.

"Go figure we fix one door and break another."

"That would be our style, wouldn't it?"

I watched as he finished getting the last couple of splinters up with his hands.

"I'm sorry again that I made you do that," I apologized.

"It wasn't your fault and now that we both know where we stand, we can and will move past this."

"You're right, as usual."

"Something tells me I shouldn't get used to hearing that."

I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek, "Damn right you shouldn't."

He laughed and playfully spanked me as I walked by him to get dressed into my training clothes.

I stood in front of the mirror that hung on the door of the walk-in closet and looked at my reflection. My gray eyes had stood out against the pale complexion of my face. The dark of my hair now pulled up tightly in a ponytail seeme