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The keys slipped from my hand as I froze by my car door.
“Liam…”
Someone called— a female precisely, loud, flirty.
I turned slowly, watching a girl who looked like she’d walked straight out of a perfume commercial strut toward Liam. Long legs, tight shorts, barely-there top, and enough cleavage to make a priest lose his job.
She was exactly Liam’s type. Young. Hot. Trouble.
“Heyyy, Samantha,” Liam said, dragging the word out like it was dipped in honey, raising his hand in a slow wave like he was caught off guard—but not too off guard.
I blinked.
“Samantha?” she muttered.
“I thought you were on a trip with your grandma…” Liam added, voice low, soft, flirty.
The girl’s perfectly plucked brows furrowed.
“My name’s Bernice, you jackass!
