Chapter 88 Under His Skin

• Liam rolled up his sleeves and threw off his tie as he scanned the bar.
• He sighed loudly, disappointed to see he's still out of bourbon and whiskey; Gibby and Clara hadn't had a chance to stock up. But—he decided—any alcohol would do at this point after the hellish day he'd had. So he pulled out two six-packs of beers and took them back to the couch.
• Glaring at the wrinkled blazer beside him, he opened one of the cans and thought back to a conversation he once had with Gibby when he was still trying to get Eden to sign with the company. Back then, he'd laughed off her comment, but he understood now what she meant about his assistant being very much like a wife.