Charlotte watched as Liam hugged Lily goodbye. His eyes closed as he gently squeezed her against him. Charlotte had never thought a simple hug could ever set her teeth on edge, but anger surged through her as she watched her mate embrace the woman he apparently loved.
The previous night, Liam had tried to kiss her before they had parted their ways— her to Greg’s spare bedroom and him to the couch in the living room— but Charlotte had stepped away from him, a part of her wondering if he thought about Lily when he kissed her. Hurt and confusion had flooded Liam’s amber eyes at the rejection, but he simply nodded when she claimed tiredness. She’d fled the room without another word, retreating like a coward, too scared and too broken to confront him about what she’d overheard.
She’d flung
