He put on a robe and headed out onto the balcony, leaning against the railings and gazing out at the distant ocean. The skyline was starting to turn red; dawn was breaking.
Actually, Liam Yancey had Noah Smith's words on his mind all the time. Only when he was entwined with Tara Summer, would they fade. Now as soon as he released her, his worries returned.
He had always been cold, decisive, and unrestrained. But when it came to Tara, logic and clarity seemed to elude him.
Just now, looking at the woman's pale face, his heart began to ache again. That was why he had gone out onto the balcony, in the hope of calming himself down.
Liam Yancey stayed as he was, standing on the balcony. His tall figure appeared like a statue, not moving until the sun was fully up, at which moment he walked back into his bedroom.
