Liam kept Olivia seated on his lap. His hands remained firmly on her face, his thumbs damp from the tears he had wiped away.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “What’s stealing your peace of mind?”

Olivia took a deep breath, looked away for a second... then met his gaze again.

“There’s something I want to ask you,” she said tensely. “Can’t Trident find another model for the campaign?”

Liam’s body went still.

“Sweetheart...” He studied her for a moment longer, as if as