Liam's POV
"You put your card in my bag."
No greeting. No preamble. Just that, delivered with the kind of directness that made most people scramble to catch up.
I leaned back in my chair.
"I did."
"Why?"
"Seemed like the right thing to do at the time."
A brief pause. The kind that meant she was deciding something.
"I want to meet," she said.
"Alright."
"Tonight. Somewhere neutral. I'll send the address."
The call ended.
I sat there with the phone in my hand for a moment. Marco was at his desk on the other side of the studio pretending to review fabric orders. He was doing it badly.
"Business contact," I said, before he could ask.
He nodded without looking up. "Of course."
Avery appeared in the doorway twenty minutes later. She came in the way she always did. With no announce
