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• When I looked to my right, Liam, with his eyes still closed and his arms crossed over his chest, was making a face of disgust. “We can all hear you.”
• “There are fifteen seats on this plane,” I snapped back. “Find somewhere else to fucking sit.”
• The fact that Liam was even on this plane right now was a miracle. It took everything in me not to throw the cocky bastard out the window. I didn’t give a fuck if he was Belle’s “guardian.”