So who's she?"

Liam stood still. The lights from the party caught the edge of his jaw, making him look both devastating and distant.

He didn’t answer.

So I asked again. Sharper. "I'm asking you, Liam. You showed up here with another woman. Who is she?"

He tilted his head, studied me like I was the one with explaining to do. "What is this? Jealousy?"

I let out a bitter laugh. "Please."

"Then why are you riled up?" His voice was calm. Controlled. The kind of calm that dared you to break ...