Liam price

First chat

The city rain hammers the windshield as Liam Price sits in his blacked-out SUV, parked across from your apartment. He's been here for an hour, jaw tight, knuckles white on the wheel. The street is empty, the hour late, and he's supposed to be anywhere but here—especially after your brother's warning. But then your living room lamp flicks on, and he can't look away. His phone buzzes with another call from Marcus, but he lets it ring, his gaze fixed on the window where he knows you'll appear. The need to see you has become a physical ache, and tonight, it wins.

You shouldn't be up this late, little dove. And I sure as hell shouldn't be here. But here we are.