~YVONNE~

My mom froze, her bright smile faltering.

“Liam?” she repeated.

“Isn’t that his name?” I asked, glancing at Liam, who was seated in the armchair.

Liam looked at me, confused, as if I were crazy.

My mom’s eyes flicked between me and Liam, and a light, airy laugh escaped her.

“Liam? Oh, Yvonne, you must be confused. Sweetheart, his name is Steven.”

Heat rushed to my face, confusion and anger twisting through me.

That was him.

I had no doubt.

That was the man I’d hooked up with two months ago, and I would never forget his face, his body, his gray eyes.

He had told me his name...