"Not happening," Liam said, shaking his head as he moved toward the door.
Tasha's eyes narrowed. "Why not?"
"Because you're safer here."
"I'm going to lose my mind if I stay cooped up in this apartment for one more day, Liam." Her tone sharpened with frustration. "I'm already bored out of my skull."
"Better bored than in danger."
Tasha stepped closer, arms crossed. "I'd be safer with you. You know that."
Liam paused, his hand resting on the doorknob. He glanced down at the way his oversized shirt hung off her frame, stopping mid-thigh and showing off way too much leg.
"No," he said firmly. "You can't come. You're safer here where no one knows where you are."
Tasha tilted her head, studying him. "And what happens when they track you down and follow you back here? Then what? At least if I'm with you, I'll know what's happening instead of sitting here waiting to get killed."
Liam held her gaze for a long moment.
She had a point—a small one, but a point nonetheless.
