It was gone eleven, well past his bedtime, but he’d grown to hate crawling into bed alone. Besides, it was a Friday night, so she wouldn’t have to wake up early the next morning and he didn’t have to be at the training ground until the afternoon.He knocked on her door and waited. And waited. After a full minute, he glanced at her living room window. Light shone through the curtains, so unless she left it on to fool burglars she was definitely home. He rapped his knuckles harder and was debating whether to call when he heard the tumble of the lock being released. She pulled open the door with a puzzled expression.“Liam? What’re you doing here? I thought you were busy tonight.”There went his fantasy of her throwing herself into his arms. “I—I just wanted to see you.”The confusion on her face softened, but she threw a glance over her shoulder at the same time a man’s laugh came from the vicinity of the living room. His throat clenched in disbelief.“I wasn’t expecting you,”
