“Keep it, Jacko. Well done.” Katherine’s hand covered her mouth, her eyes wide, incredulous—fearful. Jacko grinned, pocketed the jewels, saluted Liam smartly, and turned away. Katherine’s gaze lifted to Liam’s. His regard chilled her to the bone. He was very angry, and she should be afraid of him. But her pulse was beginning to subside now, not accelerate. In fact, Katherine was vaguely aware of feeling relieved. He gripped her arm, jerking her up close. “I did not realize you were so unhappy, Katherine.” She stared up at his handsome face. Oh, God. She was relieved. She had not really wanted to leave him, she had not. He shook her briefly, to get her attention, his mouth tight. “I did not realize you were so unhappy,” he repeated angrily. She hesitated, her eyes growing moist. “I…I was not that unhappy, Liam.” His laughter was harsh, unamused. “Then why?” he demanded. “Why this?” She had the reckless urge to fling herself into his arms, yet she stood very still instead.