When Tatiana emerged from the bathroom, she found Liam sitting on the couch, eyes trained on the door she just came from, and yet he seemed to be in deep thought.
She almost had to bite her tongue not to ask the question that was burning her lips. She couldn’t bring herself to ask him what was wrong, no matter how simple the words were.
His gaze cleared, and she found herself staring into his steely gray eyes.
“Something the matter?” He asked matter-of-factly. “Surely, you’re not standing there to admire little old me.”
She rolled her eyes and spat out angrily, “Overconfident much?”
She should not be angry. She should not rise to the bait. She knew she just might lose the battle if she were carried away - or worse, the war.
But then again, should she really be waging war on the
