While I waited for Liam, the woman ran my information.
I explained that he was just outside, kissing ass to the reporters to smooth over his cheating scandal.
The woman gave me a knowing smile. I suspected she saw the social media streams circulating.
It was a few minutes longer before Liam finally shook off the reporters and came to my spot at the window.
Our eyes met briefly when I turned to him and told him to hand over his ID so we could proceed.
His hair was immaculate. His face was clean-shaven, and his handsome face was still striking.
He didn’t look like he lost a minute of sleep. Must have been nice. He really didn’t care; if I didn’t hear his defence against the allegations to protect his family and Breanne, then his image right now confirmed just how little he cared.
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