He's obviously trying to intimidate me with his weird innuendos, but I won't let him.

I simply don't understand what he has against me, that he always gives me the impression that he knows me more than I do myself.

"Goodnight, Ms. Jones," he smoothly says. "I hope you get to sleep well tonight."

"You, too. But before I go, let me ask you something important, may I?" I ask.

"Go ahead," Liam complies smoothly.

"Do you love my friend?" I ask. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have asked such a personal question. I regret as soon as I do. It's not my place after all, right? But I'm very curious...