As soon as Damien Taylor got Liam's text, he dropped everything and rushed over.
Liam was already pacing outside the restaurant, nervously guarding the door like he expected Amelia Johnson to bolt with some random guy. When he spotted Damien, he ran straight to him. “Damien, hurry! I swear, Amelia’s known this guy for ages!”
Damien’s expression was stone cold as he stood by the entrance, already spotting that familiar glowing smile on Amelia’s face through the glass.
Jealousy? Yeah. Annoyed? Definitely.
But getting worked up without knowing the full picture wasn’t his style—so he took a deep breath and walked in.
Liam’s gut told him this might go sideways fast. He shivered and rushed in after Damien—his brother’s temper wasn’t something to mess with. Damien would never lay
