The morning sun was streaming through the kitchen windows, a sharp contrast to the heavy, emotional exhaustion that had settled into my bones overnight. I was nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee when Liam’s phone buzzed on the counter, the vibration sounding like a swarm of bees in the quiet room.
He answered it on the second ring. "Paige? Yeah, she’s right here."
He hit the speakerphone button and set it between us. Paige’s voice was crisp, caffeinated, and moving at a hundred miles an hour. "The dust hasn't even settled on the broadcast, and the gears are already turning. We have a date."
My heart did a slow, heavy roll in my chest. "How soon?"
"Next week," Paige said. "Because of the sheer volume of public interest and the nature of the allegations you made on air, the court is fas
