Maya’s POV
I woke to the sound of voices in the hallway. They were sharp and hurried, mostly male. A woman’s voice broke in once or twice, firm and clipped like she was giving orders. Then silence, followed by the soft thud of footsteps moving farther away.
For a moment I thought it might be Liam that he’d finally come. That he’d walk through the door, arms open, with that reckless grin of his that always made my chest ache.
But the door stayed closed.
I rolled over and grabbed the phone. Still no messages. No calls. Not even a “hang tight” or “be patient.” Nothing.
“Fine,” I whispered, forcing a smile into the empty room. “Maybe he’s busy. Maybe it’s just one of those things. I’ll see him soon.”
The words sounded pathetic even to my own ears.
By mid-morning, the suite had turned in
