Episode 7
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EPISODE 7: The Slow Game
Liam didn’t change overnight.
That was the first sign.
If he’d come at me angry, shouting, demanding answers, maybe I would’ve been able to prepare.
Instead, he was… perfect.
Sweet.
Attentive.
The kind of man who refilled my coffee without asking, who kissed me like he was already picturing me in white.
And that was exactly what made my skin crawl.
Because Liam was never more perfect than when he was hiding something.
The first trap was small—a casual remark at breakfast.
“So,” he said, buttering toast, “you and Cam seem to be getting along. Guess that’s a relief, right? Would’ve been awkward otherwise.”
I nearly choked on my coffee. “Yeah. Sure.”
He smiled, eyes warm, but his knuckles were tight around the knife.
The second trap came that afternoon.
Liam suggested we take a walk on the property, but when we rounded the back of the house, Cameron was already there—shirtless, working on an old motorcycle like it was straight out of my memories.
I caught the flicker of Liam’s eyes between us. He was watching for something.
A glance too long.
A breath too shallow.
I forced my gaze away.
Cameron didn’t.
The third trap was cruelest.
That night, Liam announced we should all have dinner together—just the three of us.
He made Cameron sit across from me, close enough that our knees almost brushed under the table. Close enough that the air felt thick.
Liam poured the wine himself, smiling the whole time, asking Cameron about “old flames” in that deceptively casual tone that made my palms sweat.
By the time dessert came, I was convinced of one thing—
Liam knew.
Not only knew, but was biding his time.
Letting the tension build until it snapped in a way he could control.
And I didn’t know if I was more afraid of him…
or of what he’d make me admit when the moment finally came.
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