Liam
The water in the flower shop had risen past his ankles. The expensive hardwood floors were swollen and warped.
Liam let go of the agent's collar. The man stumbled back, crashing into a row of collapsed flower shelves.
"Going home to get married?" Liam stared at the ruined roses on the floor. A short, humorless laugh escaped his throat. "She can't even afford next month's food. How's she paying for a plane ticket? Who's she marrying?"
He turned and strode out of the shop, yanking open the Aston Martin's door. The engine roar tore through the Old Street evening.
Half an hour later. Harbor City International Airport.
The departure hall was crowded with travelers. The intercom was announcing boarding calls for the night flights.
Liam stood in the middle of the terminal. He'd pulled
