Chapter Twenty-Seven
Liam
“What the…?!” My last word was choked off by the towel slapping against my face.
I grabbed it and yanked it off, promptly tossing it right back at Alex. “What the hell?” I asked, finishing my question this time.
Alex caught the towel and flung it into the hamper before leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms. He’d just finished showering and his hair was damp and sticking up in a rumpled mess. That didn’t detract from his glower. When Alex was pissed, it showed. “b****y tired of you moping around. Go talk to Olivia before I drag your sorry arse to her.”
I glared at him and plunked down in a chair at the kitchen table. “I’m not b****y moping.”
Alex shoved off the doorframe and sat down across from me, drumming his fingers on the table. “Aye, you a
