“Quit with the questions,” I whispered into his ear, dragging my nails lightly down his arm, “and come help a woman in distress. My car would be the most suitable place…”
His chuckle rumbled against my shoulder, deep and promising.
We were already walking out of the bar hand in hand like some drunk-in-love newlyweds.
I should’ve felt empowered, dangerous even, but something inside me was twisting.
And like the universe enjoys f*****g with me—there he was.
Liam.
Rage boiling in his eyes. Standing at the entrance like he had been waiting for this exact moment. My steps froze, and so did my damn breath.
My hand was still tangled with the stranger’s, and for a second, I couldn’t decide if I should pull away—or tighten my grip. My eyes didn’t meet Liam’s. I couldn’t. Not with my soul h
