Freedom's Price by Suzanne Brockmann

Author:Suzanne Brockmann
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780553905519
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2008-02-26T05:00:00+00:00

SEVEN

MARISALA LOOKED OUT of the window as Liam slipped the car into a parking spot. As usual, one had magically opened up for him as he pulled onto the busy downtown street. He was inordinately lucky, but only when it came to finding places to park. The rest of his life wasn’t quite as charmed.

She’d woken up in the night again to the sound of him caught in a nightmare. She almost went into his room, but then his light went on. From her doorway, she could see him through the crack in his slightly open door. As she watched he rushed toward her and flung the door open wide.

She swiftly and silently moved back into the shadows of her room as, breathing hard, Liam flung himself at the light switch in the hall. The light came on, glaring and bright, but even that didn’t seem to be enough for him. As she continued to watch he went downstairs, dressed only in his boxer shorts, and turned on every lamp in the house—with the exception of the ones in her room and in Hector and Inez’s.

When she saw Liam this morning, it was obvious that he’d been up for the rest of the night.

He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a week—not since that morning she’d first gone to her classes and he’d slept until nearly noon. Maybe it was time to call Ricardo Montoya again. But the last time they’d talked, her old friend had pointed out that he couldn’t force Liam to talk to him.

And God only knew she couldn’t force Liam to talk to her.

He hadn’t even told her where they were going this morning until she was in the car.

Of course, he’d been right about one thing—if he had told her where they were going, she probably wouldn’t have gotten into the car. Because they were going shopping. He was taking her shopping for clothes.

Marisala climbed out of the car as Liam put coins in the parking meter. “I don’t need new clothes. I like the clothes I have.”

“Two or three outfits,” Liam said firmly. “That’s all we need to get. Just enough for you to wear when Santiago comes to visit.”

“If he’s not coming until Thanksgiving, why do we need to shop now?”

Liam held open the door to one of the fancy stores that lined the street. “Because you have to get used to wearing them.”

Marisala stopped short. “Oh, no. No way—”

“You don’t have to wear them all the time. Just every now and then. As a matter of fact, there’s a charity ball I’ve got to attend next week. It’s a good opportunity for you to—”

“You’re not making me go to a ball!”

Liam closed the door, resigned to standing out on the sidewalk and discussing this. “I thought all females liked balls—like you all have some kind of Cinderella gene.”

“I got a Rambo gene instead. I’ll skip the ball, thank you.”

“Mara, you’ve got to practice all this social-etiquette stuff I’ve been telling you about.

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