Page 39 of Dangerous Attraction

It's also not fair for me to judge her for being friends with Emery, because if Trix is friends with her, that means Liam is too.

If I agree to the fact that Trix isn't allowed to be here due to their friendship, then I'd also be agreeing to never allowing Liam here again.

Too many years of my life were spent not talking to him, unable to know him and be there for him, and I won't allow a stupid friendship to make that happen again.

Besides, just because this girl is a cop's daughter, it doesn't mean she's anything like him.

Sometimes, the apple falls extremely far from the tree.

I'm living proof of that.

Chapter Fourteen

Reeve

Swinging my arm forward, I let the knife twirl through the air until the point wedges itself into the wooden slat of the basement wall beside the others I've already thrown.

I hear the doors above me open, and footsteps echo through the room as I flip another in my hand.

Silence fills the room, but I can feel Milo's presence behind me as I lift my arm and hurl the last knife.

It clinks against the handle of another before dropping to the floor. I huff, then move across the room to collect them all.

"She's staying," he says, watching as I pluck each blade from the wall. I rub my fingers over the multitude of notches in the wood from the years of abuse it's suffered whenever I find myself annoyed.

Holding all five knives in my hand, I go back to where I was standing, face away from my best friend, and throw them again.

He sighs and walks away from the stairs until he's at my side.

"I'm sorry for what I said."

I chuck the next one with less force than I was using before, and the muscles in my shoulders relax slightly.

"I was out of order."

Continuing to ignore him—mostly just to get under his skin—I effortlessly toss another one at the wall.

"Don't shut me out, man."

Shaking my head, I pass him the remaining knives and move to the side, letting him take my place.

"I know we shouldn't trust her, and believe me when I tell you I don't. I'm just not as worried about her as I was before," I tell him. "That doesn't mean I'm not going to continue being cautious though."

Watching as he throws the first one, I can't help but snicker when the handle hits the wall before it clatters to the floor.

"My dad seems to think we shouldn't be cautious at all."

"That'd be stupid," I mutter.

"My thoughts exactly," he says. "Pretty sure we'd be dead if we told him that though."

Chuckling, I nod.

"Yeah, I think you've pushed him enough tonight."

Slinging the next knife forward, it embeds itself into the wall, and he turns to me with a smirk on his face.

I clap slowly and he rolls his eyes, lips dropping into a frown.