I whispered.He’d grown a goatee in the months since I’d last seen him. A charcoal-gray crewneck t-shirt with long sleeves and a pair of off-black jeans fitted him like a second skin. He’d let his hair grow out, and he looked edgy, dangerous and sexy as all hell.At first his face lit up when he saw me, but then he took in the blood on my pants and Paddy’s no doubt dire expression and froze.He was propped against the wall behind Paddy’s rolltop desk, and now he moved around it with his quick, smooth grace, and the way the muscles bunched beneath his shirt flashed me back to so many memories of walking, driving, and making love together.It both hurt and thrilled me, and yet above everything was the horrible realization Liam Murphy was a traitor and everything I thought I’d known about him was a black and filthy lie. This was a hundred times worse than Paddy. The enormity of it threatened to collapse my legs from beneath me. How could I have been so wrong about him?“She saw me giving money to Mick in a back alley,”
