After everyone left his suite, Liam called room service to have them clean up the remains of the party, and when they departed a half hour later, he found himself alone in his suite, waiting for a woman to return who should not have left in the first place.
The rain was coming down in sheets, and he stood at the windows watching lightning brighten the night sky, reluctantly facing reality. If Rayne really cared about him, then what she'd learned tonight should have relieved her mind of any doubt about his feelings and sent her straight into his arms.
There was no other possibility, but he tried to think of one anyway as he shoved his hands into his pants pockets and stared at the storm. An image moved across the glass and he frowned because it was slightly distorted.
"Liam..." Rayne called behind him, her teeth chattering from the cold, her arms wrapped around her trembling body.
