Alex leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as much as possible.

— Liam… are you sure you want to keep the meeting going… like this?

Liam’s eyes shifted barely an inch.

— I’m perfectly capable. — he replied, with a firmness that wasn’t firmness at all… but a desperate effort to hold himself together.

That answer was a complete lie.

Because for the first time, he wasn’t capable of anything.

Behind that mask, deep in his mind, the photo burned like pure fire.

Her curves.

The black lace.

The tatto