Chapter 9 A Date
Liam sat perfectly still, his body still burning from the coffee spill, as the girl on his lap frantically searched for something in her bag. Her face was slightly flushed—out of embarrassment, not attraction—as she quickly pulled out a handkerchief and began dabbing at his shirt.
"I'm so sorry," she said again, her voice genuine as she tried to clean up the mess. "I wasn't paying attention..."
Liam, however, didn't seem bothered. In fact, his expression was unreadable as he watched her wipe at the damp fabric of his shirt.
"It's fine," he said smoothly, lifting a hand to gently push her hand away. "I'll handle it."
With that, he finally removed the other hand that had been resting on her waist.
That was when Dickson realized something.
Liam had never been interested in taking advantage of the situation. He never groped the girl, never lingered longer than necessary, and never acted with lust in his eyes.
This wasn't about the girl.
It was about Kyle.
Liam had simply used her as bait—a means to pull Kyle's aggro.
Dickson gulped.