Liam appears in the living room all freshened up. He looks better than before, smells splendidly, and I fail to hide my smile at the sight of him.

"Done?" I ask.

"Yes, let's go." He hauls me by the waist.

We head outside and slip into the Aston Martin. Liam reverses it towards the gate, his eyes between the rear and the front. I didn't know a man could cause uproar with the mare sight of him driving.

"Oh, I love him," I think out loud, dreamily.

"What?" Liam utters.

"Oh, I was talking about—“ I stammer, feeling coy.

"About who?" Smiling, he halts the car in the middle of...