CHRISTIAN
The last twelve hours had been hell.
I’d buried myself in back-to-back meetings, both virtually and physically, torn through reports like they were kindling, snapped at interns, and ignored every message that didn’t directly relate to profit margins or logistics. Anything to keep from thinking about what I saw on that goddamn screen. Anything to keep from replaying the way his hand had curled around her waist like he had every right to touch her—like she was his.
The plane hummed beneath us, a steady vibration as we cut through clouds at 40,000 feet. I had a tumbler of untouched whiskey on the table and a headache pounding behind my right eye. Liam sat across from me, with his laptop open, looking entirely too relaxed.
He shut it with a small sigh and glanced over. “So… what
