Page 3 of Not That Impossible

I sighed, and glanced away.

There was no point in torturing myself. Liam was off the menu, and he had been for years. I’d attended his wedding, for god’s sake. Worst day of my life. He was out of bounds. Not an option. Never to be mine.

He was taken, off the market, a one-woman man.

He was—

Huh.

Apparently, he was having lunch with a woman who was definitelynothis wife.

My eyes widened as the tall, willowy woman—wow, she wasgorgeous—strode from the passageway that led to the ladies’ room at the back, trailed a flirtatious hand over Liam’s shoulder as she passed, and slipped gracefully into the chair across from him.

I looked from his face, to the back of her shining blonde head, then to his face again.

Oh my god.

The woman said something and laughed.

Liam dragged his fuming glare away from me and gave her a tight smile in response. She leaned over the table to touch his cheek fleetingly before catching up her glass of white wine and reclining back. Confidence oozed from her slender body.

Something was oozing from Liam’s body, too. It wasn’t confidence.

I knew very well what a confident Liam looked like, and this wasn’t it. He looked…uncomfortable.

I should fucking well hope hewasuncomfortable!

I was ninety percent sure this was a date.

The balls of him, honestly. In the pub at lunchtime! He was adetective! He was supposed to know the mind of a criminal!

You’d think he’d at least have the smarts to do it in a small, out-of-the-way kind of country pub where all the other adulterers took their lunch dates, rather than blatantly breaking his marriage vows in front of the whole town!

I didn’t know what to do. I didnotknow what todo.

…did I have to do something?

I stared at Liam as he ploughed through what looked from here like The Lion’s best steak-and-ale pie.

Every now and then, Liam’s gaze lasered my way. He had resting bitch face at the best of times. Something was pissing him off, because right now, he had active murder face.

I didn’t know why he was aiming it at me, though.

Feeling daring, I raised an eyebrow at him.

His fork halted halfway to his mouth.

I narrowed my eyes. Yeah, I thought.I’m judging you. You cheating bastard.

His nostrils flared.

Oh, flare them all you want, Detective Chief Inspector Cheaty Pants Liam Nash.

His cheeks turned a dull red. The contrast really made the blue of his eyes pop.

Holding my gaze, he very jerkily and very deliberately sawed into his food, stabbed at a hunk of pie, and shoved it in his mouth.

He chewed and glared, glared and chewed. He was so busy chewing and glaring that he didn’t seem to notice that his date was miffed at losing his attention.

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