SlLiam poured himself a drink from the bar, though his hand shook enough to spill a few drops across the counter. The amber liquid burned down his throat, but it wasn’t enough to drown the storm. He stared out at the glittering skyline beyond the window, voice like gravel when he finally spoke again. “Do you want him back?”
The words fell like a gauntlet. Ava flinched as though he’d struck her. “What?”
“You heard me.” He turned to face her, glass dangling from his hand. “Do you want him back? Because he looked at you tonight like he already owned a piece of you. And if that’s true, then I need to know now before I decide how to deal with him.”
Ava’s eyes filled with something raw, but she didn’t look away. “I want the boy I lost, Liam. But that’s not who stood in that room. That’s not C
