ust as Liam lef

n't in the mood to listen to Willow go off at him about his irresponsible, selfish actions. They'd had a

Holly, the youngest Anderson child. As the baby of th

ed ballerina helped, because no matter how ridiculous her demands were, Cl

et studio, Clarke had bought a warehouse an

rmy of realtors had to run around like headless chickens to secure it for her,

s on 9th Street had to be closed because she wanted to choose her fifty thousan

he wanted Liam to get his ass to t

eaker. His heart crashed to his feet

to calm her down and get h

on her end, "You have t

every red traffic light and ignored the millions of car horns blaring at him. His eyes were firmly on the road ah

ever done in his life. He made silent promises and bargained with everything he had. He'd give it

f his daze when he pulled up in the visitor's parking lot and

came to meet hi

immaculate visions of class and poise. With their ink-black hair, large green eyes, porcelain sk

ed, their faces splotchy with tears and s

hugged them tight and tried to assure them as best as he

as he released them from his embrace, and they

Liam," Willow said

ong with Clarke. The man has never missed a day at the office because o

think," Holly murmured. "He'

, a suspicious scowl on his face. "How lo

months," Ho

ncer," Wi

gasped, convinced his sister's announcement would suffocate him. The worst though was the silence, the terri

n ca

for really o

had a lot of life in him, and he w

yed golf on Saturdays, went bowling on Sundays. And the most sinful thing he

id didn't make

orced air into his lungs. "You are wrong! D

trying to keep him from unravelling right there

sick," Liam brushed off her han

lained. "After you take over, he and mom

as they stepped inside the elevator. "I woul

te surgery to remove part

s look in his eyes. They both seemed to k

e who didn't know

training hard for the tournament and he didn't want to take your focus aw

o lose his shit, but the elevator dinged open, pausing w