Ethan’s POV
Liam stared at me for a very long time after the words left my mouth.
The rain continued to batter the penthouse windows behind us, turning Manhattan into blurred gold and shadow, but the silence inside the room felt heavier than the storm outside.
Finally, Liam placed the photograph back on my desk carefully.
“No,” he said flatly.
My jaw tightened.
“No?”
“No,” he repeated, pacing once across the office. “You cannot just casually assume possible fatherhood like you’re discussing stock prices.”
I leaned back against the edge of the desk, arms crossed.
“I’m not being casual,” I replied.
“The hell you aren’t.”
Liam dragged a hand through his dark hair, agitation radiating from him. Unlike me, Liam never hid emotion well. He wore irritation openly, like armor sharpened i
