Wren
Judi’s laughter rings out, and I look over to find her nearly pressed into Mateo while his hands wrap around her waist to keep her from toppling over.
“Tell me about you, Wren,” Liam suddenly says.
“Do you stay in this city? You don’t look like a regular.”
I chuckle. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I stay here. It’s been my home for the longest time.”
“That’s lovely. I’m only here for business though. I’m guessing you won’t think of visiting LA any time soon.”
My brows raise. “Los Angeles? You're quite a distance from home.”
“Yea.” He sips his drink and I do the same. “Mateo and I are doing some survey—”
“Miss Carlisle?”
Swiveling around at the sound of my name, I see that Liam and I are interrupted by a security guard.
“Depends,” I reply. “Who’s asking.”
He steps closer.
