The private jet finally began its descent.
Liam looked at it as it cut through the sky before gradually lowering toward the runway. The engines roared loudly across the airport and for the first time in nearly ten minutes, he felt genuine relief.
Finally.
Maybe now Ann and Lana would stop treating him like some kind of criminal mastermind who secretly spent his free time trying to look through walls.
The two women were still standing behind him.
Watching him.
Suspiciously.
For absolutely no reason.
Liam shook his head and started walking forward before either of them could continue the interrogation.
The moment he stepped out from beneath the canopy, a cool breeze brushed against his coat. His long dark coat swayed lightly around his legs as he strode forward confidently, his hands buried in his pockets and his sunglasses hiding most of his expression.
Behind him, Ann narrowed her eyes.
"Look at him."
Lana glanced over.
"What?"
"He thinks he's cool."
Lana nodded.
