CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Liam’s place was in the exotic part of the city, a sleek townhouse with tall windows and warm wood floors, nothing like my cozy, cluttered home. The rain tapped the roof as he led me inside, flipping on lights that cast a soft glow. It smelled of coffee and leather, with a hint of his cedar soap that made my chest ache. He set my bag by the stairs, turning to me, his face softer now but still tight with worry. “You okay?” he asked, stepping closer, his hands in his pockets like he was fighting the urge to reach for me. I shook my head, the weight of everything crashing down. “Not really,” I said, my voice cracking. “Someone was in my house, Liam. They went through my stuff, left that note… I’m scared.” He closed the gap, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me into his chest. I froze, t
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