Liam paused his typing for a second—just long enough to switch to another email.

“No woman can be trusted,” he snapped, voice icy.

Alex let out a short, humorless laugh.

“I’m the first to admit I’m no saint.” He spread his hands in frank admission. “I’ve played the field hard. But I’m telling you—when I finally meet the right woman, I’m not letting her go.” He looked straight at Liam. “And you… you’re doing exactly that. Throwing away something everyone else can see is different. Because whethe