Chapter 65 You Swim?

• The villa was quieter than Liam expected.
• Not that it was ever loud—Devlin elegance leaned toward hushed tones and soft-footed staff—but this evening, it felt still. Empty, even. He let the front door click shut behind him and loosened the top button of his dress shirt. No rustle of papers from the sunroom. No kitchen clatter. No scent of Maria’s incessant tea blends wafting from the breakfast nook.
• He paused at the base of the stairs.