*Liam*
Liam sat in his well-furnished home office, right in his expensive swivel chair, and tapped his fingers against the surface of his ivory table. He was wearing a long-sleeved tucked into jeans.
Boyd Simmons sat at the other end of the table, a place for visitors. "I do not think it is a good idea, sir."
Liam looked at his lawyer as if the man had lost his mind. "What is bad about it, Boyd?"
"Well, I just don't think this is the right time, sir. You have delayed our return to the states just because of a woman. What happens when all she does is keep you in suspense for a long stretch of time? What's going to happen then? Will you still stay back?"
Liam gave Boyd a look. "You seem to worry so much about going back. Tell me, is there something that you miss so much over there?"
Bo
