Chapter 52

Carol blinked, thinking she must've misheard. "Sorry, what?"

Liam swirled the wine in his glass, eyes locked on her, unreadable. "You. I want you."

The faint scent of wine lingered in the air. Carol realized then—nope, she hadn't misheard. The man in front of her didn't strike her as reckless, and y...

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