Allie clung tightly to the camera strap around her neck, her heart racing as Liam’s stormy blue eyes bore into her. The luxury hotel’s balcony was hardly the place for confrontations, yet here they were, toe-to-toe, emotions crackling like a live wire between them.
“Allison Brooks,” Liam said, his voice low but laced with exasperation, “what were you thinking? Do you have a death wish?”
Allie’s cheeks burned, caught red-handed in her daring act. She straightened her shoulders, holding up the SLR camera like a shield. “I’m an intern at Cherry Scoop,” she said, her voice trembling slightly but firm. “My assignment is to capture Mia Stone’s itinerary and… her mysterious boyfriend.”
Liam’s jaw clenched, his features darkening. “Delete the photos.”
Allie blinked, momentarily taken aback by
