“Come to bed. Just hold me,” Liam said and he turned out the light resigned to discussing this in the morning when Milo was sober enough to understand what he had done.
* * * *
After a sleepless night, Milo got out of bed at dawn. He went down to the study and called Sam.
“Hello, Milo.”
“How did you know it was me?”
“Caller ID. Besides, who else would call me at five thirty in the morning?”
“I need to talk. About Liam.”
“What about Liam? It must be serious because I can hear you pacing.”
“We had an argument last night.”
“Couples argue.”
“I had a major s**t fit. I can’t keep doing this, and I don’t know how to stop.”
“Doing what?”
“I left him to go out for a drink with Bart. When I came home, I didn’t see his car in the driveway—”
“And you went ballistic.”
“Yeah. He went out f
