Liam’s POV
“What are you doing here, Brooke?” I arched a brow, and she smiled.
“What if Aliya finds out about—” I began, but she cut me off.
“Cut me some slack, Liam, or should I say Nick?” She chuckled, sauntering toward me before wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’ve missed you. I knew if I told you I was coming over, you’d turn me down,” Brooke murmured, and I rolled my eyes.
I pulled away from her embrace. “Still, it’s risky,” I pointed out as she brushed past me, heading toward the bar. She poured herself a glass of scotch and downed it in one go before turning back to me.
“You know how much I hate working for Aliya. When she came back with you that day from the bathroom, I nearly choked on my own saliva. How could you have accepted her dumb idea of marriage? Did you even think
