His guest room was dark as he went inside. Liam did not bother to turn on the lights. He didn’t need them, he intended to go straight to bed. The sooner morning came the sooner he could get out of here. He couldn’t bear to watch Raven making nice with Dawson another moment. Every time his brother touched her Liam had to fight an overpowering urge to leap across the table and strangle Dawson.
Every time she smiled at Dawson was like a knife in his heart. He could barely make it through the night. If it had not been for all the wine he would have lost his cool hours ago. He wanted to toss Raven over his shoulder and drag her kicking and screaming back to his truck. He would force her to come home with him and keep her locked away with him in the bedroom until she came to her senses.
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