"What? She's… she's your woman?" Zach looked mortified.
He wished he could disappear into the floor.
Trying to hit on someone else's girlfriend—no, Liam Grant's girlfriend—was probably the most humiliating thing he'd done in years.
No wonder Liam's expression had been stormy just moments ago.
Frankly, the fact that Liam hadn't decked him on the spot was generous.
"My bad, Liam. I had no idea," Zach said quickly, shifting gears with impressive agility. "You and your girl—damn, you're a perfect match. Good-looking, successful, made for each other."
Liam gave a distracted "mm."
His attention was entirely fixed on Ava.
His gaze clung to her face like it was magnetized, like he physically couldn't look away.
Sensing the awkward tension in the room, Ava quickly signed her name on the contract.
She picked up the check, stood up, and said, "You two go ahead and talk. I'll leave you to it."
