Liam watched from across the street as Lauren's building door swung open, his pulse quickening with that familiar rush of anticipation. There she was, his beautiful, graceful Lauren, the burgundy dress she was wearing hugged every curve he'd memorized during their time together on set, curves that belonged to him, even if she'd temporarily forgotten that fact.

Then he appeared behind her.

The rage hit Liam like a physical blow, stealing his breath, making his vision narrow to a pinpoint ...