Liam made his way down to the dance floor with the same controlled calm that unnerved anyone who knew him. His gaze swept through the crowd with cold precision, searching for only one thing: Olivia. But she was not where she was supposed to be.

He scanned the room again, posture rigid, shoulders tense, jaw sharply set.

Nothing.

No sign of her.

Then he found Laura, making out with her latest fling, the man holding her by the waist as if he had every right in the world.

Liam approached.

“Laura.”