The next several weeks passed in a blur as Liam adjusted to his new role. He was constantly sitting in various meetings, attending numerous conferences in and out of the country and making sure his father received the best treatment. His days began as early as 4:00 AM and some nights he'd only drag himself to bed after 2:00 AM. He was cranky and short-tempered, not surprising since he was running on two hours sleep at the very least. In those first few weeks, he made a lot of enemies in and out of the company; as a result, his security detail had to be ramped up following anonymous death threats. Liam found the endless army of guards annoying, but the board didn't want to take any chances, not when Anderson Logistics’ share prices took a beating following the news of his father's illness. He wasn't their best choice, but for now, he was the only Messiah who could safely wade them out of shit-creek.He made a lot of shakeups internally. He disbanded the

Liam's night wasn't about to get any better. He found Laura waiting in his living room. "What are you doing here?" He demanded as he dumped his messenger bag on the couch and threw off his jacket. He was planning to go over the dozens of reports waiting for him and prepare for an out of town meeting. "I missed you, Li." She pouted as she pranced to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his back. They were ‘on’ again it seemed, Liam thought. After being ‘over’ for four months. He couldn't remember what ticked her off the last time. But he was pretty sure it was his fault. It was always his fault. "I have to work tonight," Liam pushed her hands away and turned to the stairs. He had to be upfront with her; there could be no misunderstandings and unnecessary expectations. "I have to work every night from now. If you thought I didn't have time for you before, I sure as hell won't have any now." "I know," she cried as she ra

Eden returned to her desk ten minutes later with a script in her hand and a dazed look in her eyes, her mind racing chaotically. She was going to be a Mom. She was carrying Liam Anderson's child, former motorsport racer now CEO of one of the biggest logistics companies in Rock Union. A married CEO. She'd obsessed over him those first few weeks after their encounter, consumed every little tabloid story she could find on him. There were plenty. But nothing about his marriage. She figured he'd managed to keep that part of his life very private. When it became clear, with each passing day, that she was nothing but a hookup where Liam was concerned, she'd firmly put him out of her mind. But now she had a part of him growing inside her– "Are you okay?" Lucia, the other junior assistant she worked closely with, asked when Eden sat down. She nodded and hastily stuffed her scan and prenatal vitamins script in her bag. She didn't want anyone at work to know she's expec

[Two Years Later]... Eden's friends were already waiting to welcome her home when she pulled into the driveway of the single-story bungalow on Alice Lane, a quiet suburban street six blocks away from her old apartment in Forrest Creek. The 'sold' sign propped on the front lawn filled Eden with pride. She'd done it, bought her first home. It was small. Only two bedrooms. But since it was on a corner lot, she had a bit of extra yard space. With a growing, rumbustious little boy, she'd need plenty of yard space. She turned to check on Aiden sleeping in his car seat in the back. Her heart swelled with a love so intense she thought it would burst and shatter in her chest in a kaleidoscope of fragments. He was the love of her life, the light that had pulled her out of her darkest days. The moment she knew of his existence, she began to live and breathe for him. Eden unsnapped her seatbelt and pushed out of her Toyota Prius. Her friends ran to her wh

Liam sat in his therapist's office in downtown Rock Castle, and seriously contemplated his relationship with her. It was clear, after two years and endless therapy sessions, they'd exhausted all options."You said you could fix me," he reminded her as he watched a guy tee off on the rooftop of the building across. His posture and the way he held the golf club was all wrong, and Liam had an uncontrollable urge to fly through the window and show him how it's done. Golf wasn't a sport you played half-assed. Your form has to be perfect; otherwise, you were ruining the classic image of the game."Liam, we've talked about this," Linda said patiently in her monotone voice. It helped calm restless, agitated patients most days. He was agitated and restless today. But no amount of coddling from her could soothe him.He reluctantly returned his attention to the room.Dr Linda Swartz did not believe in a life of excess. It showed in the minimalist, monochrome way she