The four men stared at her. Dean was thunderstruck.
“She – what? How can she have cancer?”
Liv shrugged. “She just does.”
“For how long?”
“She got the diagnosis just over four months ago.” She met his eyes. “She got it the day that you two first met at Shooter’s.”
“She – I…” Dean stammered. “What?”
“She’s sick. I mean, she’s really sick.”
Dean did not understand one single f*****g thing that was going on right now, and he was getting pretty pissed off about it.
“Why didn’t she tell me?” he asked Liv angrily. “We’ve been sleeping together for over three months. Why the f**k did she keep this from me?”
Her beautiful brown eyes flashed. “That’s why, Dean. That, right there.”
He paused. “What?”
“What you just said, those words you used. You said that you two have been ‘sleeping toge
