LINES WE DON'T CROSS
Emma's POV
I froze in the chair. My heart was still racing from being startled when I turned slowly to face him.
“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Liam leaned against the doorframe, his arms were crossed loosely over his chest, his expression was unreadable but not hostile. Just curious.
“Not long,” he replied. “I knocked. You didn’t hear.”
I swallowed. “When did you come in?”
“A couple of seconds before I cleared my throat.” His eyes flicked to the computer screen and back to me.
⁰“You looked… deep in thought.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “I was applying for jobs.”
His posture shifted slightly, tension easing from his shoulders. “Oh?”
“And Ciara recommended me to one of her friends,
