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blame me for this cause of my vandalism record." She paused. "He’s a little stupid."
    "That means he followed you, Brick," Liam said. Meredith glanced back up at Liam, froze. A small, relaxed smile played around his mouth. His eyes looked... happy, crinkled at the edges. White teeth gleaming. "Tell you what, why don't you tell me where he likes to hang out, and I'll go have a little chat, hmm? Nice and friendly."
    Meredith licked her lips. "I'm coming with you." No, no. That was the wrong thing to say. She'd meant to tell Liam to not do anything foolish. To be calm and mature. The smiling expression didn't fool her for one second. But instead, a part of her reveled at the violence lurking beneath the facade. Approved and wanted to participate.
    Liam looked at her, knowing. Approving. "I think you should stay with Brick this time, for moral support."
    Brick muttered something under her breath. Liam’s brow shot up.
    "What? What did she say?" Meredith asked.
    "Plausible deniability."
     
     
     
    Brick told him the park her foster brother liked to hang out at. He looked for the kid, a tall, lanky teen with longish blond hair and glasses, skateboard propped at his side. His friends saw him coming first, scattering when Liam bared his teeth. The boy’s eyes widened. Liam bounded forward, grabbing him before he, too, could disappear like a roach.
    Liam grabbed the boy’s wrist and shoulder, twisting it up to his back, thrusting him against the wall of the park building. The thud of the boy’s cheek hitting cement echoed his startled cry.
    “What the fuck, man? Get the fuck off me, you fucking bastard. Who the fuck the hell are you?”
    Such erudite language. The teenager squirmed, Liam’s elbow against this back as he picked the boy off his toes, wrenching his shoulder.
    “Don’t act like you don’t recognize me, you little shit.” The teenager’s squeals quieted. “I’m a friend of Brick’s and the punk ass stunt you pulled didn’t do shit but piss me off. If I find out you’ve bothered her again, this…” Liam wrenched upward, eliciting a high pitched howl “…will be the least of the pain I inflict on you. And it won’t be the man you will face, but the Bear. Nod if you understand.”
    The boy nodded, frantic.
    “Good. Glad we had this discussion.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    7
     
     
     
     
     
    Liam needed a drink after dealing with the boy. The one place he felt comfortable enough to relax was Alphonso’s. His second worked the bar on the occasional whim, retreating from the door post, claiming it was relaxing. Whatever. If Liam wasn't working on his house, his idea of relaxation was more along the lines of menu planning. But that was him. And, of course, now there was Meredith.
    He took a sip of the dark, foamy beer, anticipation tensing his muscles. He forced himself to relax. Sip.
    "In that deep already, huh?"
    Alphonso wiped a clean rag along the counter near Liam, then set it aside. Someone picked a rock classic from the fancy digital jukebox.
    "We're still getting to know each other."
    "Right." Long eyes narrowed. "You only drink when you're dealing with a woman."
    "The restaurant is my woman."
    "Not anymore. Your mother happy?"
    He hadn’t talked to her about it in any depth. "I'm doing what they asked me to do. Finding a human woman to mate."
    "And then comes the babies in the baby carriage."
    It hit him hard, an image of Meredith rounded with his cub. Another of her holding a swaddled infant in her arms, sitting in a comfortable chair in their garden. He smiled. Where had all those plants come from? The woman was taking over his growing space even in his imagination.
    "Shit. You've got it bad, man."
    Liam looked up, not denying it. Alphonso watched him carefully. "What does your Bear say?"
    "You already know the Bear is driving this." Except... he liked Meredith. As a man, as himself. A little timid, but brave when it counted. Passion under her reserved