Some time later, freshly showered, Liam and Olívia sat on the bed having breakfast.

“Did your little disappearance in the club bathroom have anything to do with Laura?” Liam asked, sounding far too casual to actually be casual.

The glass froze halfway to her lips. Olívia blinked slowly, preparing her answer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about...” she murmured, trying to sound neutral.

Liam took a deep breath, like a man who didn’t want a fight—but also refused to be kept in the dark.

“Baby