Every now and then, Liam’s gaze lasered my way. He had resting bitch face at the best of times. Something was pissing him off, because right now, he had active murder face. I didn’t know why he was aiming it at me, though. Feeling daring, I raised an eyebrow at him. His fork halted halfway to his mouth. I narrowed my eyes. Yeah, I thought. I’m judging you. You cheating bastard. His nostrils flared. Oh, flare them all you want, Detective Chief Inspector Cheaty Pants Liam Nash.
