Burning Up

Liam Grant had been drunk before—many times, in fact—but this time felt different.

He chalked it up to the whiskey and the three cups of hot tea he'd downed in quick succession. Still, something was off.

Beneath the table, his fingers dug into his thigh in an effort to stay grounded.

"Book me a room downstairs," he muttered to his assistant. "I'll sleep it off before heading home."

There was no way he could go back like this. Not only would he wake Ava, but she might try to take care of him—something he couldn't bear right now. Especially since…

Since she was pregnant. And he couldn't touch her, not like before.

Because every time he got drunk, he wanted her. Craved her.

But now, that was off limits.

"Yes, Mr. Grant." The assistant quickly helped him to his feet, offered a few polite nods to the people at the table, and guided him to the elevator.