“Now,” Liam said, his tone amused, “tell me what happened between you and Violet in Singapore.”
Son of a bitch. I glared at him as the bar slipped from my hands and crashed to the mat.
“Thought you wanted me to focus on training.”
“I do,” he said easily. “Which is why I’m giving you a chance to get this out of your system now instead of pretending you’re fine and driving like an absolute wanker in Austin.”
A muscle ticked in my cheek.
“Nothing happened.”
His brows lifted.
I scowled. “Nothing that concerns you.”
“Right.” He nodded, like I’d just confirmed everything he already knew. “So, you didn’t sleep with her.”
I tensed.
Liam grinned. “Oh, mate. That was way too slow.”
I scrubbed a hand down my face. “Fuck off.”
“That bad, huh?” He chuckled, cocking his head, studying me with critical eyes.
I stared at the floor, the weight rack, anything but him.
“Or that good.”
“You’re a dickhead, you know that?”
“Yeah,” Liam said, completely unfazed. “And you’re avoiding the question.”
What use was it denying it at this point? The fuck would just point blank ask Violet next and then I’d have to suffer through him recounting how she’d told the story of my rejection.
“She called it a mistake.”
That wiped the amusement clean off his face.
Liam let out a low whistle. “Shit.”
“Yeah.”
He crossed his arms, shaking his head. “Wow. That’s… wow. I mean, you’re you. That never happens to you.”
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
Liam’s grin faltered. “So what, she just said ‘that was a mistake, let’s pretend it never happened’ and walked off?”
I swallowed hard. “Pretty much.”
“Shit.” He stared at me, his mouth popping open in shock. “You care, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer.
Which was an answer.
His eyes widened. “Oh my God, you actually care.”
