Taylor looked at the man above her shoulder and swatted his hand away. “Stop it, Croix. Go away.”
Croix laughed again, his eyes scanning Liam. “When you rejected me and said you had a husband, I didn’t think it would be some parasite who’s feeding off of you, darling.”
Liam picked up his spoon and continued eating. The food was delicious yet tasted bland in his mouth, as did every little thing he touched ever since he watched Patricia take her own life. It wasn’t surprising that Taylor had another admirer in a restaurant that was supposedly quaint and less crowded. She definitely left a trail of admirers wherever she went.
“I’m in the middle of a conversation here,” Taylor bit out. “Go play somewhere else, Croix.”
The big man drew a chair from another table and settled in the middle of
