Chapter 15 A Leash For A Runaway Mutt

• They spent the next morning in Liam's penthouse. Izzy's apartment was insecure and under maintenance from the broken glass, dented walls and filtered security. She had to pay a fine for damages, even though it wasn't her fault she was attacked.
• Izzy woke up with her back against the kitchen counter, coffee untouched, a pistol by her thigh. Her bare arms were covered in goosebumps despite the sun filtering through the curtains.
• Liam stirred across the room, shirtless, wound newly bandaged, but still bruised, and still too handsome for someone who might betray her at any second.