Page 79 of Without Fault

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll be sure they’re dealt with.”

I try to tell him it’s okay to save this person, but he clearly made up his mind, and I’m sure he’s going to fire them.

“Back to serious matters. Are you available the week of the twentieth to be in the show? The casting was to eliminate some girls since I had too many in mind, but I would still like you to be in it.”

I don’t even check my calendar, but I’ll move whatever I definitely have that week for him.

“Yes, I’m free! It’s in New York, right?”

He confirms and gives me the rest of the details, and when he hangs up, I literally scream.

I jump at the banging on my door and race over to check who’s banging like the cops.

“Sage!”

I check the peephole before quickly opening it for Liam.

“Are you okay?” He looks around the room, and I look behind him to see who the heck was chasing him.

“Areyouokay? Why do you look like you ran here?”

“I heard you screaming from inside the damn elevator like you were being murdered.”

I laugh at his exaggeration and close the door behind him. “I’m fine.”

“So you casually scream like a crazy person.”

I tell himwhyI was screaming, but it doesn’t look like that explains much.

“Maybe you are a crazy person.”

“Liam, this is abigdeal.”

“I can see that, Dory.”

“Like an actual dream come true.”

I explain to him that I've been trying to impress Vincent since we were working on the photo shoot contest earlier this year. He watches me for a few seconds before closing the distance between us and planting a soft kiss on my lips. “Congrats.”

I smile up at him and watch as his eyes glance down at my outfit.

“You’re so pretty. Where are you going?”

“Thank you!”

He kisses my cheek.

“I’m going out for August’s birthday. I didn’t know you were coming over? What are you doing here?” I haven’t seen him in a few days, so I’m glad he decided to stop by because I want to see pictures of the cats.

“Today’s August’s birthday?” He turns his head to the side as I nod with a smile. “It’s yourtwin'sbirthday?”

“Yes.” I let out a soft laugh, but he still looks confused.

“Why are you saying it like it’s not also your birthday?”

“Because it’s not.” I walk to my room, and I hear Liam follow behind me as I explain. “I was born five minutes after twelve, so my birthday is tomorrow. August likes that he’s older, although I feel like he pushed me out the way or something so he'd be born first.”

I lay on the bed, and he flops beside me. “What are you doing tomorrow?” He wraps an arm around my waist before dragging me closer, his lips finding my cheek.

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