WTF. No, he didn’t tell me shit.
At least I bought him ice cream. Doesn’t make me any less pissed that he didn’t tell me.
I message Liam.
Am I allowed to call you an asshole on your birthday?
He leaves me on read. My fingers fumble over the keys enough times that I get frustrated with a response and pocket my phone.
Snatching the keys off the desk, I lock up and storm toward the Porsche in the dark parking lot, prepared to give him a piece of my mind when I get to his house.
And yeah, maybe my mouth and ass, too.
Stasi’s SUV is parked in the driveway when I pull up. A pang of longing hits me out of nowhere.
No one will be waiting for me at my house back in Phoenix.
Sure, I miss the dry heat and the mountains. I have fond memories there. And yeah, my dad’s there…
But Phoenix doesn’t havethem.
Even if Noah called to offer me a second chance with Lithos, even if my headaches and numbness and dizziness magically went away, I don’t like the idea of going back out on tour. I’ve felt that same rush of excitement working with artists in the studio and spending time with Liam and Stasi as I used to get performing in front of fans.
I should have a talk with Liam.
But first, I’m gonna kick his ass for keeping a secret about hisfuckingbirthday.
The patio door is wide open when I stomp inside the house, a pleasant evening breeze rolling in. I spot Stasi out in the grassy area throwing a frisbee for the dog Liam agreed to house temporarily when no chip was found at the vet.
In other words, he’s now the owner of a pet she's secretly named Cosmo.
Liam’s absent from the outdoor activities, so I carry on with my search. Spinning around toward the stairs, I bump right into his hard chest.
“You,” I spit out, squaring up to him.
“Me.”
“You are a grade A asshole.”
Liam's expression remains neutral. “Old news.”
I try to stand my ground, but he manages to push me back a step. And then another. My ass bumps up against something hard. Whipping my head around, I frown at the dining table that wasn’t there before, accompanied by six gray upholstered chairs.
Nope. I willnotbe distracted by his random furniture purchases. His recent behavior cannot be analyzed for trends at the moment.
I jab a finger at his chest. “Why didn’t you wake me up? And why didn’t you tell me it’s your birthday?”
His eyes crackle with amusement. “Why does it matter?”
“Because we should celebrate.”
Liam crowds me, and I struggle to hold on to my anger.
“Yeah? How?” His seductive tone has my blood racing and my cock stirring.
“Well, that’s up to you to decide. What do you want?”
He seals our bodies together. My stomach muscles spasm as they struggle to keep me somewhat upright against his weight as he leans into me. “You really want to know?”
