Chapter 34

• AMY'S POV
• The second I entered my apartment, I wanted to collapse on the floor. My knees trembled, and my head reeled with a thousand mixed-up emotions—shame, confusion, anger, and disappointment. Mostly at myself. I dropped my clutch on the couch and stormed to the kitchen counter, hoping water would wash Liam Carter's words from my head.
• “Strictly business,” I muttered to myself, slamming the glass on the counter slightly harder than necessary.