"George Whitman—" A bespectacled, overweight, silver-haired man in an ill-fitting but expensive suit stood up, extended his sweaty palm and smiled at her. "—Is your legal team on the way, Ms McBride?" "No," Eden shook his hand firmly and walked to the end of the table where Liam sat, took an empty glass and poured herself a shot, stunning everyone with her boldness. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Liam cast a hush over the room with his loud growl, and for the longest minute in history, Whitman and his team looked painfully uncomfortable. "Don't start with me, Liam! You summoned me here bright and early. I didn't even have time to eat. I'm hungry as fuck, so just don't!" She warned him softly as she took her glass back to her seat and sat down across from Whitman. His colleagues exchanged bewildered looks, and he was equally ill at ease as he took off his glasses and set them down. "Ms McBride, in my email, I stated you should bring

"How did it go, sir?" Both James and Steven asked when he slid in the car. "You and the missus made up? Will she and the baby move in?" "She played me!" Liam grunted as he loosened his tie and yanked it off his neck. "She fucking backed me into a corner, and one of those idiots in there thought I'd struck gold with a custody agreement I didn't even want. I wanted her to come home! I wanted her and our son home with me. What am I supposed to do now with Aiden on my own?" "Ask the missus for forgiveness?" Steven offered his two cents, and James quickly shook his head to shut him up. "Why must I always ask for forgiveness? Why should I beg for forgiveness when Eden lied to me and kept my child away from me? When do I get my apology?" All thoughts of finding a way to move forward were momentarily forgotten as Liam fumed in his seat and racked his brain, trying to understand how their meeting had turned into such a circus. "She's apologised, Sir,"

Her friends were at her work in twenty minutes, and Eden had to go through the trouble of signing them in because they insisted on seeing her posh office. They all forgot their anger at Liam the moment they stepped inside. Lydia immediately ran for her fancy chair while Cassandra and Sienna gawked at the vase and the painting. "I thought you gave them back?" Sienna threw her an accusing look. Eden held up her hands and shrugged. "I did, but the stuff was here when I came in." She called Rise and ordered some chai lattes and croissants and asked one of the waitresses to bring them up, and within ten minutes, their morning snack was laid out on her desk, and they huddled around to stuff their faces. "Look at you, Ms Fancy Pants," Sienna drawled as she gave her a big back squeeze. "I'm so proud of you, Edie. You've done well for yourself." "Have I, though?" Eden asked as the three of them crammed themselves on her couch because Ly

"We came to keep you company. You're welcome!" Julian announced as he waved the two beer cases in front of him. A second later, Matthew sprung out of the shadows and held up a pizza box. "Surprise!" Liam was more annoyed than surprised. He didn't want company, but he ushered them inside anyway. "Please, make yourselves at home." It was their first visit since he bought the penthouse, so they insisted on a tour of the place, both whistling as they took in the state of the art open plan kitchen and dining area leading into the living room. Besides the guest rooms and bathrooms, there wasn't much else to see downstairs, so they drifted upstairs to check out the rest of the house. Before Liam could even stop him, Julian was already inside the nursery, a startled look in his eyes as he turned to him and asked. "What's going on? Is this why you skipped work? To build Aiden a nursery?" "Yeah," he nodded. "So, was Eden impressed? Was s

There was an impressive flower arrangement of baby's breath and exactly eight peach roses on her desk waiting for Eden after her lunch break. She fumed as she read the note, 'One for every day you were not in my arms. Let's talk tonight after the Charity Benefit. L.A.' The nerve of him. Eden seethed as she tore up the note and threw it in the bin. She scooped up the bouquet and dumped it at reception on their floor. "You can't do that. Mr Anderson asked me to arrange delivery of those flowers," their receptionist said. "I'll get fired." "Not if you tell him I gave them to you." She smiled sweetly and returned to her office to grab her handbag, laptop and car keys. Traffic was still a breeze as she headed to Liam's penthouse, not surprising since it was just before 2:00 PM. It would only start getting crazy in a couple of hours because, for some reason, everyone decided to drive their cars to work on Fridays. Dave buzzed her in