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Liam
There’s a hard knock at the door. It pounds through my skull and I groan.
“Go away.” I pull a pillow over my head, but the infernal knocking doesn’t stop. Each hit jackhammers through my skull and I flinch at the assault.
“Go the hell away.”
But they don’t.
So I finally push myself upright and stumble to the door. I decide to forgo the bathrobe. If the nuisance at the door wants to see me so badly, they can see me in my underwear. The room spins and I grab a table, then the wall. When I make it to the door I yank it open.
“What?” I glare into the bright sun. It hurts my head as much as the knocking.
“Mr. Stone.” The voice doesn’t match the huge fist I imagined banging on the door. I squint and my eyes adjust to the bright light.
“What,” I say. Then I take in the woman. She’
