I want to know that I tried. And I don’t want Sera’s father to be someone I never fought for. At least to see if we could make something work. Even if it’s just between them.
I set my glass down and take a deep breath.
“I think … I need some air.” I slide out of the booth.
“Alie … ” Presley eyes me.
“I’m fine,” I assure her. “I just need some air. Go dance with the girls. I’ll come find you when I come back inside.”
I give her a faint smile, then turn and walk away. I can feel her eyes on me as I go.
And the minute I step outside, I already know where I’m going.
The ride to his apartment is a blur, and before I know it, I’m standing in front of his building.
When I walk in, there’s a doorman sitting at a desk.
“Hi.” I clear my throat. “I’m here to see Liam Pitz.”
“Your name?”
“Alie Grant.”
He picks up the phone and dials.
“Mr. Pitz, there’s an Alie Grant here to see you.” He pauses. “Yes, sir, I’ll send her up.”
“Thank you.” I nod when he gestures toward the elevator.
On my way up to his floor, I think about what I’m going to say to him, and before I can put any thoughts together, I’m standing in front of his door.
My heart is hammering, my nerves buzzing from the alcohol and all the angst from the last few days.
Then the elevator door opens, and Liam is standing in his doorway, wearing gym shorts low on his hips, no shirt, and barefeet. His hair is slightly messy, like he’s been running his hands through it.
Christ on a cracker. He is gorgeous. Without even freaking trying. His brows lift high on his forehead, then draw together, confusion chasing the shock. His chest stills mid-breath.
Like he forgot how to inhale.
“Alie?”
“Hi,” I say, a little breathless.
“You’re … here.”
He studies me carefully, eyes squinting as they roam over my body.
I step out of the elevator.
“Have you been drinking?”
“Just a little.”
I shift on my feet, starting to feel uncomfortable under his stare.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have come,” I say and start to turn.
“Alie.” He grabs my arm to stop me.
