Liam’s POV
“Chuck,” I said, recognizing the news media owner who I had called a couple of days ago, practically begging him to keep the engagement party a secret.
I hadn’t even considered that he might be here, in this restaurant, seeing me out on what appeared to be a date with someone other than who I was supposed to be getting engaged to.
When Aria had asked me out to this dinner, I had been so distracted by my relief and joy that I had not considered the possible consequences at all.
I hated this, feeling like I was living some kind of triple life. I wanted to just be with Aria and that was it. Now, I was juggling too many balls in the air. There were too many dynamics to keep track of, who knew what about who. I was starting to lose track.
Aria seemed more confused than alarmed,
