Taylor turned towards the window. She could swear she heard Liam’s voice inside her head. She had to clean up his mess at the restaurant, and even at that she still didn’t know how to handle it. She was still reeling from the fact he helped a woman’s daughter one day and then stabbed another man in the eye that very day.
“My eye!” Croix moaned. “Someone get that bastard! Taylor, if I ever see you walk in here again…”
Taylor looked to the owner of the restaurant who had appeared amidst the unrest. “Sir, I’m really sorry about this…”
“Don’t bother,” he promptly interrupted. “The police will be here soon. Croix caused this disturbance so he won’t be allowed inside this premises any longer.”
“If that’s the case, then…” Taylor pressed some dollar bills into his hands. “I’ve got to go. Thank
