Loud banging on the door of Liam’s apartment failed to garner more than a disinterested look toward the offending noise. Liam was deep in his cups. He snorted. What a stupid and yet completely valid description of just how drunk he was. After being cruelly tortured in yoga class, he was determined to cut down on his drinking…it hadn’t lasted long. Working beside Mia and knowing he royally fucked up any chance with her was doing all sorts of shitty things to his brain and rational reasoning. Alcohol helped too, if not to silence then at least dull the voices in his head. He didn’t need to hear just how...