SHE IS A LIAM

BRENDA'S POV

I slammed my glass down on the bar, louder than I intended. A few heads turned in my direction, but I did not care. My mind was too tangled up to bother with what anyone else thought. I cursed under my breath, the words sharp and biting. Of all the people in this damn city, it had to be her.

Autumn. Autumn Liam. The name rang like a warning bell I should have heard earlier. I leaned back against the barstool, staring at the half-empty drink before me, trying to piece it all together. The casual glances, the laughter, the way her eyes seemed to linger just a little too long—none of it made sense now. How did I not see it before?