Boyd stared at Liam as if he had never seen his client before. He put aside the gadget he had been tinkering with and a serious expression played across his face like a bored child.
"Take a seat, Laim."
Liam sat beside his lawyer and interlocked his fingers.
"What the hell are you saying, Liam?" Boyd's expression looked serious.
"The call? The flight? Was all for the reason of matchmaking. Seems like while we were on our way, Mom sent the other jet out to get her from the office. Or she chartered. Apparently, my skills for getting a woman are pretty wack."
Boyd Simmons scoffed unbelievably. "That can't be right. Just because you don't have the time for romance doesn't mean you suck at flirting."
"I don't flirt, Boyd. You should give it another name." Liam opined.
"It's a synonym, L
