Liam Livingston leaned back against the headrest of the Pagani Huayra, the cool leather a sharp contrast to the feverish heat radiating from his bandaged side. He adjusted the phone against his ear, a playful, almost predatory smirk dancing across his lips.
"Well, now," he murmured into the receiver, his voice dropping into a low, resonant register that vibrated with a confidence few would expect from the man known as the Montgomerys' resident failure. "You seem remarkably invested in my well-being, Ms. Davenport. One might almost suspect you’ve developed a certain... affection for me. Are you falling for me, Daphne?"
In her private study within the sprawling Davenport Family estate, Daphne Davenport felt her breath hitch. A sudden, vivid flush of crimson surged up her neck, coloring her
