Singing, Liam finally looks at me. "I thought you two became closer enough to tell each other such details, was I wrong?"

Why does he sound like my husband accusing me of adultery?

"Yes, and no, at least we haven't reached that part yet," I say. "Does it bother you?

Dang it! I’m really searching for trouble.

"You should go back to your room, it's getting late," Liam tells me casually, ignoring my query.

I hate when he does this.

"What? But I'm not finished with my coffee yet and—‘’

"Then do it when you're done. Goodnight, Ms. Jones," he practically snaps at me before putting his mug in the...