CHAPTER 92

“I don’t give a fuck what time it is,” Liam whisper yelled or thought he did. It might have been a bit louder than a whisper.

Carter grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the apartment, slamming the door behind them. Liam let Carter manhandle him over to the kitchen bench and push him onto a stool before going around and grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. He unscrewed the lid and plunged it down in front of Liam.

“Drink,” he said. “You smell like a distillery.”

“I’m not thirsty,” Liam grumbled but lifted the water to his lips anyway because he wanted to, not because Carter told him to.

“I take it from this performance that the dinner with your brother didn’t go well,” Carter said with a sigh.

“This has nothing to do with my brother,” Liam replied. The words still felt foreign on his tongue. “It has to do with you forcing an intern on me without even talking to me about it.”

Carter looked at the ceiling and exhaled slowly. Before shak