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Rumors about ex-business partners she's burned. Whispers about clients who left her agency under mysterious circumstances. Lawsuits that never made it to court.

She's careful. Meticulous. But not untouchable.

And now, apparently, she has a reason to come after me.

I just don't know why.

If she's the anonymous sender—and my gut instincts are screaming that it's her—she's threatening my family.

And I don't know what she wants.

I shut my laptop, exhaling hard. My nerves are frayed, my chest too tight, my thoughts a tangled mess. I need a distraction.

Movies. Movies are good.

I drag myself off the bed and into the living room, flipping through streaming options until I land on something familiar. Light. No emotional damage.The Princess Brideit is.

I've barely pressed play when there's a knock at my door.

I don't have to ask who it is.

Liam.

With takeout.

Like we're just two people who casually eat dinner together after he spends a whole hour avoiding my questions about his villainous ex.

I sigh, opening the door to find him standing there, a bag of food in one hand, an eyebrow raised. "Did you even lock your door?"

"I wasn't expecting intruders."

He steps inside, brushing past me. "I have food."

"I'm not hungry."

"You ate nothing at the barbecue." He sets the food on the coffee table and turns to me, smirking. "I'm not about to let you sleep with a belly full of beer."

Damn it.

Liam settles onto the couch like he owns the place, pulling out containers of noodles and dumplings. "You eating, or am I about to impress you by consuming all of this myself?"

"You already impress yourself enough."

"But it's justified."

I huff, sinking onto the couch beside him. "You are so?—"

The words die in my throat when he suddenly reaches out, fingers brushing against my cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

I freeze.

So does he.

His hand lingers for half a second too long, his fingertips grazing my skin, and suddenly, the room feels too small.

Too quiet.

Too charged.