LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW
I couldn’t freaking think straight.
It’s been one week.
Seven darn days since that night.
Since her.
And here I was, pacing my hotel room like a total lunatic. All the deals I was supposed to close were cancelled. The meetings I’d flown halfway across the world to attend were rescheduled. My assistant kept blowing up my phone, asking what the heck was going on, and I kept telling her the same thing — “I’ll handle it.”
But I wasn’t handling anything.
I couldn’t.
My brain wasn’t functioning the way it used to.
And all because of one woman.
One stupid night.
She wasn’t the first. I’ve had women — plenty. Casual flings, meaningless hookups, even a few serious relationships that fizzled out before they could become anything real. I’ve had women in cities I can’t
