“Hey Liam, we've got a problem, and I'm not sure how big it is."
Those were the last words that Liam wanted to hear out of Travis Steele's mouth. They could run the gamut of 'we're screwed' to the even worse 'we're f****d up the ass without the courtesy of lube'. “Do I need to come down there?" he asked, although he knew the tone of his voice told Steele that he didn't have time for this.
“Yeah, I need some help here," the other man said on the other end of the phone. “I'm not exactly sure what we're facing, and I need you to give me permission to do what I need to."
Those were also words he didn't like to hear from Steele, who could usually handle anything that was thrown at him. Even worse was if it was from Steele, it had to do with security, and right now, the baby sleeping over in
