P.S. You're Intolerable (The Harder They Fall, #3)(85)

God, I needed to kiss her. “Only with you, sweetheart.”

She shook her head. “No, I’ve seen you be sweet with Freddie, and I’ve heard your phone calls with Elise. You’re a very caring man, Elliot.” Her lips pressed together. “I made you blush.”

I scrubbed at my hot cheek. I didn’t have many tells. This one was out of my control, and I hated it. “I brought this on myself, didn’t I? I can’t take a compliment for shit—not when they’re coming from you. I’m going to keep coming back for more, though. I can’t get enough.”

“Then I’ll give you more.” She sucked on her bottom lip, her pretty eyes flitting over me. “Can I ask you something I’ve been wanting to know for months?”

“Anything.”

“You have to tell me the truth this time.”

“Absolutely.”

“Did you replace all the chairs on the executive floor just so you could buy me a new one?”

My throat grew tight, but there was no way to avoid answering like I had the first time. “Of course I did.”

“Oh, Elliot.” Her lashes fluttered as she sighed my name. “See what I mean? Even back then, before we were anything, you were taking care of me. I’m glad you finally let me see underneath it all.”

That was the thing. To me, there had never been a time before we were anything. But I’d embarrassed myself enough for one phone call. That confession could wait for another day.



While in Dubai, a few facts came to light about Liam Wick. The biggest one: that wasn’t his real name.

After he’d texted Catherine, making demands to see the baby he’d abandoned on his terms, I’d had my PI dig into his background—something I should have done a long time ago.

William van der Wyck was the second son of Australian energy magnate Edgar van der Wyck. Edgar had his fingers in many pies, including a new downtown waterfront project.

Liam wasn’t the traveling pauper he’d presented himself as to Catherine. He was in line to inherit billions without the responsibility of being the oldest son, which had enabled him to travel the world and playact as a lowly volunteer until he got bored and returned to the nest.

Good ol’ Liam hadn’t been cut off from his fortune like Catherine. His bank accounts were flush and growing fatter from interest every day.

And he’d stolen a few thousand from the mother of his child just because he could.

That piece of shit.

Fortunately for me, his assistant was most accommodating in setting up an appointment for me to speak with Liam when I dropped my name and mentioned I was looking to invest in Australian energy.

If Liam thought Catherine’s boss scheduling a meeting with him was suspicious, he didn’t show it in his enthusiastic greeting. As I shook his hand, I tried to find a resemblance to Josephine in him, but there was nothing I recognized. Joey had all of Catherine’s features and none of his.

I sat down in the chair across from him and waited for him to begin.

He grinned, his overly white teeth gleaming. “Elliot Levy, I was surprised to see your name on my calendar. What brings you down under?”

“I’m here to talk to you, William.” My brows lowered. “Do you ever go by Liam?”

“Sometimes. Honestly, I’ll answer to either. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Hmmm. How about if I call you Cockweasel? Will you answer to that?

“Well, Liam, it seems you and I share an acquaintance.”

His eyelid twitched, but he kept the rest of his expression friendly and unbothered.

“Do we? Can’t say I know too many people back in the States.”

“I’m sure you know my assistant, Catherine Warner.”

His acting was shit. He pretended to suddenly remember her existence. “Ah, yeah, Kit. That’s right. It’s been a while since we last spoke. It completely slipped my mind she worked for you. What a small world.”

“Not small, no. I purposely sought you out today.” I braced my ankle on my opposite knee. “And it hasn’t been that long since you spoke, has it? At least, not since you tried to speak to her about the baby you abandoned.”

He blinked several times, clearly taken aback by my bluntness. “I’m sorry, Elliot. I don’t know what Kit’s told you, but that isn’t exactly how things went down. I had to come back to Australia to—”

I raised a brow. “To what? What possible reason could you have for leaving Catherine pregnant with a house you knew damn well she couldn’t afford? And then stealing what little money she had left from her?”

He held up a hand. “Not everything is as simple as that. I made a few mistakes, but if you speak to Kit, you’ll know I’m trying to make things right. Kit and the baby will be coming here—”

“What’s her name?”

His mouth fell open. “What?”

“The baby. What’s her name?”

He stared at me, and I could practically see his brain trying to shake off a thick coating of dust so he could use it. But it was no help.

“I…don’t know. But that isn’t the point.”

“You’re right. The point is, you’re a deadbeat, and if you truly think for one second Catherine will be flying eighteen hours with her baby to see you, you’re dumber than you look. That will never happen.”