Kelvin’s confession brought our conversation to an abrupt halt. I offered him a quick goodnight and practically fled, my brain still doing cartwheels.
“Only this time… we both have eyes on the same woman.”
God help me return to L.A. as a sane woman after this vacation.
I shut the door to my room gently, already reaching for the lamp switch, when a voice in the dark stole the breath right out of me.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
I gasped, my hand flying to my chest. “Jesus, Liam, what the hell?!”
He was seated in the corner, arms crossed, his face shadowed in the faint moonlight slipping through the balcony curtains. Still, that sharp edge in his voice cut clear.
“Answer the question.”
I steadied my breath. “What are you doing in here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, standi
