Liam kicked the tire of his car in fury, the sharp thud echoing in the parking lot.
“His ice pack did wonders? That woman sure knows how to get on my goddamn nerves,” he growled.
“You’re getting worked up for nothing, Liam. He was just checking on her like any fellow employee would do,” Fred teased, barely stifling the laugh threatening to burst out.
Liam shot him a deadly glare. With his left hand on his hip, he pointed aggressively toward the company building they had just exited.
“You call that public display of affection ‘checking on her’?” Liam scowled at Fred’s cheap analysis.
“Okay. Now tell me—what do you intend to do about it?”
“You want her crawling and begging for your attention, which you’ve denied her?” Fred continued. “Liam, I must confess—you’ve got the wrong woman. Be
