“Um, I think it’s time for me to take my leave.”
I walked toward the counter to grab my phone, then headed to his room to collect my purse—or anything that might belong to me.
A few minutes later, I stepped out of the room, instantly feeling his eyes on me.
I didn’t want to look at him. God, I’m so embarrassed.
Liam cleared his throat. “It was nice meeting you, Alice.”
I glanced at him. “Yeah, you too.”
He looked between me and Brian. My eyes slowly followed his gaze to where Brian was sitting. Yep—he was staring at me.
His brows furrowed, suspicion written all over his face, like he knew my supposed alcohol-induced memory loss was all an act.
We locked eyes for a second, or two, but it felt like an hour.
I gripped my purse tighter and quickly headed for the door.
Behind me
