An Invitation to Dance

## Liam's POV

"She's still not answering my calls," I muttered, staring at my phone for the hundredth time that week.

Damian looked up from his laptop with a smirk. "Chloe said to be patient, remember?"

"It's been two weeks since our dinner with her." I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "How much longer am I supposed to wait?"

The massive windows of my office framed the Haven Harbor skyline, but I couldn't appreciate the view. My thoughts were consumed by Hazel and Leo. Following Chloe's strategic advice, I'd been sending Hazel weekly tulips – her favorite flowers. I'd been texting her daily messages and dropping off her favorite snacks at Chloe's house where she was staying.

"The great Liam Sterling, brought to his knees by a five-foot-four secretary," Damian observed, closing his laptop.

"Executive assistant," I corrected automatically.

"See? You're even defending her job title now." He chuckled. "You've got it bad, my friend."