Rumor Has It
Loose Id Titles by Leela Lou Dahlin
RUMOR HAS IT
Leela Lou Dahlin
www.loose-id.com
Rumor Has It
Copyright © October 2014 by Leela Lou Dahlin
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Editor: T. Mitchell
Cover Artist: Victoria Miller
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Dedication
To my mother, who taught me to read at the age of three as a part of her master’s thesis, raised my sister and me as a single parent, got her doctorate in education specializing in reading, and showed me the art of multitasking at its finest. Although you’ve never read a romance novel and probably won’t get past this dedication, having your support and encouragement means the world to me. Thanks, Mom.
Acknowledgment
There are so many people I want to acknowledge, for it surely takes many hands to bring a book to fruition. I want to thank my family for believing in my dream, my friends for always being there to volley story ideas, my editor Tamzin Mitchell for helping me sharpen or smooth the ideas I put on paper, and the people who read my stories. Whatever part you play in my personal fairy tale, please know that I sincerely appreciate it.
Chapter One
“I heard a rumor,” Raina Gibson blurted out as she watched her best friend, Liam Prescott, who was sitting next to her. One would have thought he would flinch from her tone or from the sudden blast her voice shot out into the quiet living room, but he continued reading the
Firehouse
magazine he seemed to love so much. She’d bought the subscription for his birthday and always wondered when he was going to ask why it was delivered to her house and not his. Talking to him when he was reading about fire-retardant information or the latest in gadgets was her brilliant plan. When his mind was otherwise occupied, she felt could get answers to questions she wouldn’t normally get.
“You did…? About what?” he asked absently.
Yep, he’s seriously into the article
. She could tell by the intent expression on his face and the way his brows furrowed in concentration.
“About you.” Raina bit her lip, casting a furtive glance at Liam’s body in repose and feeling the warmth of arousal start deep in her belly. She was stuck. She’d set it up so that this would be a perfect time to approach him with her proposition. They usually got together once a week or so, but she knew he’d be busy with his new magazine, and they’d already eaten his favorite pizza—Chicago style with pepperoni and extra cheese—but now that the time was here, she didn’t know if she could go through with it. What if this ruined the friendship they’d built over the last four years?
Liam glanced up, his left brow lifted inquisitively. “Did you want me to verify some information, or did you just want to let me know someone was talking about me?” He shook his head and returned his attention to the magazine. “’Cause I gotta tell you…I don’t care much about what people say.”
“Is it true that you bring every woman you’re with to completion?” Great! She hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that. She’d wanted to be smooth and unruffled, like the women she’d always seen with him. She was clearly going to have to work on that.
“Completion?” He was still reading, seemingly engrossed in an article on thermal imaging. Hopefully she could get this all out before she got the attention that came with his focused, forest-green eyes.
“Yes…completion…orgasm…whatever. Is it true?” Her stomach felt like she was on a roller coaster, and she hoped she sounded calmer than she felt. The slight breathiness of her voice was a sign of her anxiety she could only hope he didn’t hear. She knew she should have skipped the cola and had green tea instead.
He still appeared to be into the article, but she could see he was clenching his jaw, and his grip on the magazine wasn’t as relaxed as it was before. Watching the subtle changes in him made her think he was paying more attention to what she was talking about than to the magazine he was reading.
“Why do you ask?” He kept his eyes on the magazine, but now he was stroking the page with his index finger. That was a signature move, and he was now in detective mode.
“I told you. I heard a rumor.” How many times would he make her say this? She tried not to fidget, but now she could feel the apprehension starting a slow boil in her stomach.
“A rumor, huh?”
She should have known the topic of sex and orgasms would not be something she could sneak past him in conversation.
He sat back on the couch, closed the magazine, tossed it on the cherry wood coffee table…and gave her his full attention. He tilted his head slightly to the left, as though trying to figure out where all the pieces of this puzzle fit.
Damn it, this wasn’t what she wanted. Now she was going to look at his beautiful green eyes while she asked her questions. She had no idea if she’d be able to get through it.
“I guess what I’m asking is, why do you want to know? What difference does that make to you?” He hadn’t moved any closer, but somehow the atmosphere felt different…unsettled. Or maybe it was just her.
“I just thought it was interesting. Especially since every time we go out, you have so many women who just”—she waved her hands around as she spoke—“…randomly walk up to us and ignore me but then later corner me with questions about you.” She leaned forward, picked up the magazine, and started flipping through it, hoping he wouldn’t see how important his answer was to her.
“After I heard that rumor, it made me wonder. Is that the reason so many women bother me about you the second your back is turned?” She looked up to see why he was so silent.
He didn’t appear to be any closer to answering her than he was when gave up his magazine. In fact, he seemed amused, although his eyebrow was no longer quirked up at her. He had a small smile on his full lips, and she didn’t like that expression on his face in response to her question.
“Have you been with all of those women?” She lowered her voice as she continued. “Have you satisfied them all?”
He was still sitting there studying her, and her stomach was balling up in a tight knot. He didn’t say anything. Just sat there looking at her.
“Liam?”
“I’m not ignoring you. I’m trying to figure out if I’m going to answer the question. I’m also trying to rationalize why you would ask in the first place.”
“What’s to figure out? It’s clear-cut. Do you satisfy every woman you’re with or not?”
“I try my best.”
The deep voice she knew so well was scraping nerves she hadn’t even known she had before initiating this conversation.
“Nice try.” She tried to adjust her tone to friendly and playful. “Come on…a straight answer.”
He shrugged casually and appeared to keep a close watch on her every move. She knew he was good at figuring out people from their body language. Right now he was taking in every detail of her movement and mannerisms. She knew he was.
“Every woman is different, but I try to make sure that the woman I’m with leaves…happy.”
“Has there ever been anyone who wasn’t…happy?”
“There are always women who are harder to please than others,” he said, stroking his bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. Her very favorite “Liam’s thinking” move.
She picked up his discarded magazine and skimmed an article explaining the importance of wireless broadband for first responders while waiting for him to continue. She quickly tired of the absolute silence in the room and looked over at him.
“How about a question for you?”
“But I’m not done yet.” She looked back at the magazine and flipped a few pages.
“Well, you asked a few questions, and I answered them. Now I’ll ask, and you answer.”
She was wary, but he was nothing if not a negotiator. “Do I have a choice?”
“You always have a choice.” Why did it constantly sound like he was saying something sexual, even when he wasn’t? It was probably because his voice was so sexy. It could be she had gotten herself all worked up when she found out Liam was coming over tonight and decided it was now or never.
“Okay…what’s the question?” She could be fair and tell him what he wanted to know.
“What makes you interested in this information?”
“You’re my friend, but I feel like there is a whole other part of you I don’t know.”
“And that bothers you?”
“Umm…that’s another question. Now it’s my turn. Is it true you don’t do sleepovers, breakfast, or cuddling?”
“Who told you that?” His tone didn’t change, but she could hear he didn’t like what was being said about him. He was getting irritated—that deep frown was legendary. He probably didn’t want her knowing this secret side of him. Too bad she found him so fascinating.
“You can’t answer a question with another question.”
He was trying to think of a way out of answering that one—she thought she could see it in his eyes—but he shocked her and gave her an answer. “That’s typically true.”
“Liam, that’s so hard to believe. Why?”
“I think that’s a second question. If we’re going to play, then we both have to play by the rules.” The expression on his face was one she’d wanted to see for as long as she’d known him—interest. Man-attracted-to-a-woman interest. Who knew all she’d have to do was to ask a few questions about his after-hours activities, and he would see beyond what he normally saw in her? “I’d like to know who would say all of this to you.”
She honestly didn’t want to get into who because she knew that would probably tick him off. They were getting into the meat of this conversation, but there was no way around naming her source. He had that look that said there would be no movement until this question was answered.
“Elaine asked me why you spend so much time with me. When I explained that we were friends, she said, ‘I guess he hasn’t slept with you yet.’ She just went on from there.”