Liam was finished with demolition on the apartment. Which was really too damned bad because he wasn’t anywhere near done working off his s****l frustration.
He slapped the next two-by-four across the saw horses and measured, marking the cut, and lining up the blade of the miter saw.
This whole just friends thing with Riley was going to kill him. Liam couldn’t decide whether to be insulted or envious that she found it so easy. He sure as hell didn’t. Thanks to their weekly training sessions, he knew exactly what all those curves felt like—heaven. Keeping his hands off her these last two weeks—off the mats anyway—as he plowed ahead on the apartment renovations had proved a helluva lot more difficult than he’d expected. That probably would’ve been made easier if he actually stayed out of th
