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After a very eventful morning at the clinic, I was back in the suite, finishing up on some work before scrolling through social media. Aside from a few photos of Sam having time by herself back home, nothing excited me.
Except the idea of googling a certain blue-eyed asshole. Talking to Sam had reignited the idea. I recalled she brought it up a couple of weeks ago, but I'd been too worried about what I'd see there.
My fingers hovered over my keyboard, mind racing with whether I should type in his name.
But what was I hoping to find? That he was the CEO of some company and was a brooding asswipe because his parents hadn't decked him out in Louis Vuitton as a child? I scoffed. Classic.
But I wasn't quite convinced that Liam was someone like that. I dropped my hands, lifting it and
