Taylor stopped in front of him, the middle of her brows creased in worry. “Have you seen the man? Have you treated him yet?”
“No,” Liam answered slowly. He was still reeling from the thought that Taylor had actually followed him here and waited. It was one thing she’d never done in her life: to wait for him.
“Good,” Taylor replied. There was a desperate sort of urgency in her tone when she spoke to him. “It’s good that you haven’t treated him yet; which means you don’t have to do this. There’s no use proving any more points.”
Liam stared at her, stunned. “What?”
She reached for his hand and grasped it. It was an involuntary action, like she’d been doing this all her life and it was only natural to hold him and talk to him.
“Liam, I know you want to prove a point to us and I think you’
