~SCARLETT.

My fingers tightened around the handle of my duffel bag as I forced my expression into something neutral. "Who said I've been avoiding you?"

Liam's gaze darkened. "It's been obvious. You sneak out to eat, shower when I'm asleep..."

His voice faded into the background because my focus had betrayed me, tracing the sharp lines of his face, the broad stretch of his shoulders beneath his shirt. His arms were thick, tanned, powerful...

No. Get it together, Scarlett.

Swallowing hard, I spun ...