Nine
Liam
My gaze darts to the microwave clock—again.
Midnight.
Fuck, I did the wrong thing. I shouldn’t have stripped off my shirt. I shouldn’t have challenged her and sent her off with another man. What the hell was I thinking?
I throw myself on the couch and click on the TV with the remote to try to find something to distract me.
Denver barrels down the stairs, dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Nothing suggests he’s going out except for the fact that his unruly hair is styled. “I’m heading to Lucky’s. Wanna come?”
“Nah.”
He opens the fridge and grabs a beer, then sits on the couch before cracking it open. “Come on. I’m so sick of doing stuff by myself. Rome is busy all the damn time.”
I tip back my own beer. “He does have two kids and a restaurant to run.”
“Still. I on
