**Liam's POV**
Andrea's voice hit the kitchen like a bucket of cold water.
I stepped back. Elena stepped back. The pretzel bag hit the counter. And just like that, whatever that moment was, whatever had been building in the three inches of air between us ... evaporated completely.
I could have strangled Andrea.
Calmly. Quietly. With a smile on my face.
"What is going on here?" she repeated, her eyes were moving between us slowly, like she was collecting evidence.
I cleared my throat and looked at her. "What are you doing in the kitchen at this hour?"
Andrea tilted her head, one hand resting on the doorframe, completely unbothered. "I think I should be the one asking that question, actually. Both of you. Together. In the dead of the night." A small smile escaped her lips. "Very inter
