CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I woke up with a high spirit today, it was finally Monday and the day I return to work. The Greece trip felt like a distant dream now, with shared kisses lingering. The cliffs and coves, Liam’s laugh under the sun, his hand brushing mine over wine, those moments had been a balm, but the burglary at my Logan Square house days after our return had shattered that peace. The scattered books, torn cushions, the note: *Last chance. Stay away from him* it had forced me into Liam’s home, a temporary haven amid the threats. My side still ached from the stress, but resuming work as his assistant was a step back to normalcy, even if the office buzzed with rumors about my “special” relationship with the boss. Liam came out from the kitchen, his gray T-shirt hugging his frame, his bright eyes soft w
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