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He and I both whip a look back at one another.

“I didn’t think our conversation was over yet,” Brent says.

“It’ll just take a minute,” Liam pleads with me.

Again, Liam looks right through Brent as if he’s not the giant six-foot-three man standing between us.

Liam isn’t a slouch at six feet, but Brent is broader, too, with more muscle mass.

Liam stopped playing hockey during his senior year of high school and has been working a desk job ever since. The physical difference between the two men is obvious.

Brent searches my face for a second and then looks over his shoulder at Liam.

“Sure Liam, why not? She’s all yours,” Brent says with a sarcastic tone.

He doesn’t look back over at me as he turns towards the control panel of the elevator and pushes the lobby button while adding his hand to the side of the elevator door to keep it from closing.

I guess he’s waiting for me to exit.

Liam takes one step inside to make sure it doesn’t close before I can exit.

I shift my attention from Liam to Brent.

“Brent—” I start, but he interrupts me.

“I’m going back down to the bar. I’ll see you later,” he says, standing by the control panel and waiting for me to exit.

A part of me wants to stay with Brent and finish our conversation, but getting Liam's attention was what this whole fake dating ploy was supposed to do.

“Okay," I nod and take steps to exit the elevator.

I want to ask him when he’ll be coming back up and if we’re going to continue this conversation when he returns. But I have a feeling that if I step out of the elevator, whatever spell came over us to allow us the first moment of honesty between us, will lose its magic.

Even though I still have so many questions I want to ask Brent, I can’t deny my curiosity to find out what Liam wants to talk about.

This is the first time that Liam and I have had a chance to speak since I moved to Seattle and this is what I’ve been angling for, right? I wanted to catch Liam’s attention.

Well… it looks like it worked.

Now, I need to find out what Liam wants to discuss.

As soon as I step out, the elevator door closes behind me, leaving me standing in front of Liam.

Liam’s eyes roam over my dress for a second.

“You look gorgeous,” he says with a grin. The grin I’ve been waiting nearly a year to see. “I like the dress.”

I can’t help but blush a little as I smile back.

“Oh this old thing?” I tease.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to make me jealous.”

My heart jumps and panic slides across my face. I'm glad he's checking out my figure instead of watching my expression or he might have seen it.

“What do you mean?”

His comment has me wondering if he knows about Brent and I faking it? Were we that obvious downstairs?

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