Meant To Be - Heaven Hill Series #1

Chapter Twelve

"The club needs your help."

Denise winced as she heard Liam's deep voice speak those words. The last time someone had said them to her, she had ended up having to move out of her home and having an argument with her only friend. She put aside the book she was reading and looked up at him. "With what?"

Liam gifted her with a heart-stopping smile that caused her breath to catch. She was sure in the past that smile had gotten him into the panties of many women. "Oh you're good," she laughed. "Really, what do you want?" She turned so that she gave him her full attention.

"The Vojnik are occupying a warehouse in Glasgow. It's owned by an LLC. We need to figure out who spearheads this LLC. It could be the Vojnik, or it could be someone on our side. We need you to go to the courthouse and do a little investigating. Dress like you should be there, we can even make you a badge that says you work there. I need any information you can get me," he explained, his intense gaze boring into hers. She got the feeling this was important.

Motioning to the sweatpants and t-shirt she wore, she curled up her nose. "Am I doin' this today? Because if I am, I have no clothes that make me look like I work in a courthouse. In fact, I have none that make me look like I work anywhere."

He held up a finger, and she watched as he made his way back into the house.

"So much for spending a day relaxing on the screened-in porch, reading a romance novel," she mumbled, following him inside.

He came out of a vacant bedroom and held a wad of cash out to her. "Go get what you need."

Her mouth gaped as he put the money in her hand. Just how much money was lying around this house? "How much is here?" Who had money hidden in their house like this? It was a reminder of the kind of people she was spending time with.

"Enough to get you what you need. Don't hesitate to get anything else you want." He was careful to break that sentence up into needs and wants. He was pretty sure she hadn't purchased a want in a very long time – most everything had probably been necessities.

This didn't sit well with her. She had never been taken care of in her life and she sure didn't want to start now. "This is a loan," she told him, those words making her feel better about the situation.

"No, it's not. I'm asking you to do a job for me, and I am providing you with the tools that you need in order to complete that job. I'm doing nothing that a normal manager wouldn't do for their employee."

She rolled her eyes. "Give me a fucking break. You know that this isn't a normal situation. Just let me go get what I need to."

Liam laughed when he saw heat color her cheeks. He liked that little bit of backbone she showed to him. He loved when she got sassy. Grabbing her purse, she started to leave.

"Hang on," he placed his hand on her shoulder, exerting slight pressure.

"What now?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot.

"Take my truck," he handed her a set of keys.

"Where is it?"

"Main garage, it's the gunmetal gray, Harley Davidson Edition."

"Of course."

Placing the keys in her hand, he continued to hold on to them until her eyes met his. "Keep safe, and whatever you do, don't scratch it. If you do that I'll expect you to fix it." A shit-eating grin tilted the corners of his mouth and he raised his eyebrows in suggestion. "But you could pay me back using carnal means."