“THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF a minibar?” Alex says when they walk in. The full-sized bottle of scotch on the dresser renders that something of an understatement.
Liam immediately snags the glass tumblers the hotel set next to a complimentary bottle of ridiculous mineral water. “Compared to the bar at home, yeah.”
Alex watches Liam as he pours them both a drink and accepts his gratefully. He’s been to Liam’s house many times — almost exclusively for work-related parties — and considering he has a whole room full of manly leather furniture, books Alex is sure he doesn’t read, and one hell of a bar set up, he can see his point.
They wind up lying on the bed, side-by-side and shoes still on. While Liam seems mesmerized with the rapidly dwindling contents of his glass, Alex balances his on his ches
