Liam’s POV
“You know, you should have just stayed at home while I handle this—or rather, gone to work?” I remarked, and she rolled her eyes, paying no heed to my statement.
I couldn’t take her to my mansion, and I eagerly wanted to meet this mailwoman. As much as I wanted to keep Aliya out of it, I couldn’t.
“What are we doing at a café?” she questioned as I poo pulled over before Rosie’s Café, five miles away from my mansion.
“This is where I’m meeting Posh and where we’ll find the answers about who is sending you those threats,” I explained, stepping out of the car, but she stayed rooted to her seat.
I stared at her through the windshield as her hands fidgeted between her legs. Moving over to her side of the door, I popped my head through the window.
“Coming?” I prompted. It was cl
