Claudia’s POV
I sit on the edge of the couch, arms crossed, the soft ticking of the wall clock gnawing at my nerves. My eyes flick to the door again. Still nothing.
Finally, the lock clicks.
The door swings open. Liam steps in.
I shoot to my feet. “Where have you been, Liam? I called your office. They said you left since noon. You weren’t picking up my calls, and you’re just returning now?”
My voice comes out sharper than I expected. I don’t take it back. I’ve had enough of this silent treatment.
He doesn’t answer. He walks past me like I’m invisible. The brush of cold air rattles something inside me. My throat tightens.
“You’ve been acting strange lately,” I press, stepping in front of him. “Is it me? Do I no longer please you now that I have a bump?”
He pauses, jaw tensing.
“You
