Maybe she was imagining it, but the color of his eyes seemed a shade lighter than she remembered. His handsome features hardened into a scowl, but it didn’t detract from his stunning looks. It only enhanced them, if that was even possible. Olivia glanced over her shoulder, following the direction of his rear view mirror. “Liam, is something wrong?” “What happened between you and Max tonight?” His voice held an edge of tension that sent goose bumps prickling up her arms. “Why do you ask?” Even she could hear the defensiveness in her voice, but she didn’t want to discuss Max’s betrayal, not that it was any of his business. She didn’t even want to think about Max right now. Dirty, rotten bast— “Because he’s following us.” Liam’s matter-of-fact, no-nonsense answer did nothing to stem the sudden burst of panic rising up inside her. She subconsciously reached up and rubbed the tender spot on her bicep.
