Liam leaned back in his executive chair, the panoramic view of Port Haven sprawling beneath the windows of Zenith Media. His phone buzzed. Seeing the ID, he answered.
“What’s going on, Uncle?” Liam asked calmly.
Howard Livingston laughed jovially, though it sounded forced. “Liam, your cousin is getting married tomorrow. I’m calling to invite you back to the estate. It’s been too long.”
Liam drummed his fingers on the armrest. “Alright. I’ll be there,” he said, hanging up before Howard could continue.
Across the room, Samuel Livingston looked up from his newspaper with a knowing smile. “That was your Uncle inviting you to Asher’s wedding?”
“Exactly.” Liam nodded, his expression softening. “We should all go together tomorrow.”
Aside from his parents, Liam only tolerated Asher York with
