"Why do you keep avoiding me like a plague?” Liam's question seemed to have caught Joan off guard. Her eyes grew wide in surprise, and she didn't know the response to give. “I wasn't…I didn't…well…” She started to stuttered. “It's late” She threw in her trump card. Maybe he would leave her alone if she told him she was tired. Liam thinks the opposite of what she was thinking. If he left now, they would only continue to avoid each other to God knows when. He needed to understand her, to know what she was thinking. “You are doing it again, avoiding the problem”

“What problem exactly are you talking...