Free Infinite Possibilities by Lisa Renée Jones

with eight black leather chairs, with not two, but three men standing around it. And for once it’s not Liam who has my attention. It’s the tall blond man in a finely fitted suit with his back to me. 
    Liam’s gaze lifts and finds mine. “Amy.”
    The man in the suit turns and his eyes go wide. “Amy!” 
    “What are you doing here, Derek?” I demand, tension rippling through me at the memory of that night in Denver.
    The next thing I know he grabs me and pulls me into an embrace. “Thank God you’re okay. I’d never have forgiven myself for spooking you if you’d gotten hurt.” He leans back to inspect me, glancing at Liam, who has appeared by my side. “And Liam would  have gone to jail for killing me, let me tell you.” He releases me, his hands going to his hips. “How are you?” 
    “Confused,” I say and hold up my hands, stepping back and bumping into the island. “And claustrophobic.”
    Derek takes a step backwards as well and Tellar smartly stays on the other side of the table. “You’re upset.” 
    “Of course, she is,” Liam bites out. “Which is why I told you not to come by tonight.” 
    I frown at Derek. “Don’t you live in Denver?”
    “I have a place here too and I feel like crap for spooking you back in Denver.” 
    “You didn’t. Liam did. I barely knew you. I trusted him.” 
    “Amy--” Liam begins and I cut him off, turning to face him. 
    “You’re in here having a meeting about me that doesn’t include me, Liam. I don’t like it.”
    “You’ve been through enough for one night.”
    “Believe me, if I haven’t broken already, I’m not going to break now.”
    He grimaces. “That’s up for discussion.”
    “Damaged, not broken, Liam. I made it six years without you running my life and coddling me. Suffocating me is not the way to make me feel safe with you again. Transparency is.” 
    His jaw flexes. “And if you have another flashback because of something I tell you?”
    “I might not like my flashbacks, but I welcome anything that makes me remember.”
    Liam’s eyes narrow on me a moment before he steps in front of me, his hands going to the counter on either side of my body, his body blocking the others from my view. “I knew you didn’t know certain things,” he says softly. “But you don’t remember?”  
    “No,” I whisper. “Or yes. Some of it. Not all of it.”
    His eyes soften and he reaches up and drags gentle knuckles down my cheek. “Let’s do this in the morning when you’ve eaten and rested. They’ll still be here.”
    I shake my head. “No. No. We’re here now and I’ll rest far better knowing what you already know.”
    Concern etches his face. I want it to be real. It feels real. “You need to eat,” he finally says. “And sleep.”
    “I can’t eat. I can’t sleep, Liam. I just want answers.”
    His jaw clenches and he looks like he’s wrestling with himself over battling with me. “You really want to do this now.” It’s not a question. 
    “I’ve wasted six years of my life waiting. I’m not wasting another minute I don’t have to.” 
    “Very well, then.” He inhales and pushes off the counter, and Derek comes back into view, only now Tellar is standing on this side of the table as well. The two of them are staring at me. Liam is staring at me. The room shrinks and it suddenly feels like me against them, though I don’t think it’s really sudden at all. Maybe that’s how it’s been from day one.

 

Chapter Six
    Liam looks between Tellar and Derek, and then at me. “Let’s all sit down and talk.”
    I don’t move and neither does Tellar, who is standing directly in front of me, his arms crossed over his broad chest, and he’s not the friendly jokester of earlier. His jaw is as set and hard as his razor sharp features, his eyes sharper, angry. Is he upset with me? That makes no sense, but then not much in my life does.
    I shake my head and mimic his position, crossing my arms in front of my