Liam’s curvaceous lips part in a smile that unsettles me. “Aren’t you going to ask me in?” Victor has jumped up and taken a protective stance beside me at the door. He takes a step back when he sees who it is. “You know Liam, Savannah?” Nothing comes out of my mouth. I’m too shocked by the change in Victor. All color has drained from his face. His head swivels from me to Liam, body frozen, as if he has lag bolts through his shoes. “Sure. Savannah knows me,” Liam says, his voice way too intimate. “All my girls know me.” Oh, no. This looks bad. Victor, usually so good at keeping his emotions off his face, looks stunned. “I’ve been neglecting you, Savannah,” Liam continues, sweeping past me into the living room, apparently tired of waiting for an invitation. “But I see you’ve been keeping yourself busy. With one of my boys, no less.” He laughs, an almost girlish sound.
