Liam's hand came to rest on the small of my back. "You ready?" He whispered it to my ear alone, his chin lightly resting on the crown of my head.
I had sat through the pitch, watching admirers and potential buyers drink up all the complimentary booze to their fill, wagering at least half of them were truly interested in carrying the label in their restaurants.
He had been so fascinating to watch, during and after the presentation. That raw magnetism, that always brought people to him like moth to flame, was in no short supply today. I had sat in a booth to the side, drinking him in. The stubble that he had been stroking earlier was catching my particular attention. He looked like such a man with his short beard. He had always been clean shaven when we had been together, and I caugh
