Hazel's POV
My fingers trembled slightly as I sorted through the stack of bank statements on Liam's massive dining table. Not from the numbers I was analyzing, but from the heated glances he kept throwing my way.
Each time our eyes met, electricity zipped through my body. The professional distance we'd established crumbled with every passing minute.
"Find anything interesting?" Liam asked, his deep voice breaking the tense silence.
I tapped my pen against the paper. "Just that whoever handled these accounts was meticulous about covering their tracks. These transfers look legitimate at first glance."
Liam pushed his chair back and stretched. His dress shirt pulled tight across his broad chest, and I couldn't help staring.
"Let's take a break," he suggested, loosening his tie. "We've been at this for over an hour."