That should have been my first clue that something was wrong.“Liv?” I called. There was no answer, and my skin prickled. “Kori?” I ducked back into the bathroom to grab the spare 9mm I kept between the two bottom towels stacked beneath the sink.“She left to give us some privacy,” Liv called. I exhaled in relief and headed down the hall. I should have known better.“We need privacy?” I leaned against the living-room doorway to find Liv waiting for me on the couch, arms crossed over her chest, gaze hard. “What’s wrong?”“You’re Hadley’s dad?” Her voice could have cut glass. “When were you going to tell me?”Every single hope of a permanent reconciliation I’d harbored in the past twenty-four hours died a bloody, violent death and a deep, numbing cold grew in my chest. “No, Liv, it’s not like that.” Damn you, Kori! I crossed the room toward her, but Liv stood and backed away from me, keeping the coffee table between us.“Really? What is it like, Cam?
